My Celestial Bearings

We are reaching towards the summer sun

Its magical radiant magnetism draws us up

Zinnias screw ‘round in their party hats

Sunflowers crane and track

Potatoes stand on tiptoes supping

Snakes stretch prostrate on heated rocks

While turtles haul out in their Coney Island way.

I turn my cheeks

Both fore and aft

And tropistically adjust my celestial bearings

As if those beams might just charge and spark

My drawn down batteries.

Ah to be green photosynthetically keen

A sip of water and breath of air

And bask and bask the sun so fair

The whole planet is cocked and tipped on end

We wobble round, a top off-centered

This day, this June, the light, I swoon

We lean and stretch

Lusting and lapping each photon down

And after, glow both green and brown,

A blissful prayer we make to Ra and Rey

  Sustain us

    Maintain us

      Through night ‘til day.