Sun Catcher


Great Poem

Writes With Pencils


On those days when I feel low,
small and insignificant as
flotsam upon the waves of inevitability

I will stand tall
stretch my legs
and lengthen my spine to full height
as I remember that I
am an equal to the sun—

as solid as a mountain range
as rooted as an ancient redwood
as free as outstretched falcon wings
as ethereal as a summer cloud
as lithe as a blade of grass

— when I feel its rays,
its energy, warmth, and light
I will know that they
have travelled more than
ninety million miles
to this place
across empty space
through earth’s atmosphere
to my face, my chest, my planted body
where they meet the end of their journey
just three feet from the ground.

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