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