For the Sun

For the Sun

every night as a child I would stand on the

splinter-strewn balcony and squint my eyes

in search of you

I longed to unhook your yellow curtain

that tied you to the distant hills,

let your precious golds and reds and magentas

pour down enriching color

onto the quilt-stitched fields,

building-studded city streets,

onto each bald and hairy head

every night as a child I was startled

when you eased down that slippery horizon,

locking yourself into the abyss

leaving me alone in the blue-blackness

to discover the moon