It’s today, you know. Love, shall we call it
coincidence we lie hear listening
to Neil Diamond sing Be—of the poet’s
eye and the Sun God making our day? Sing
of sand, stone and bone? The Iranians
celebrate Jashne Mihragan this day,
hearts honoring the divine covenant,
and thus friendship. On tables they display
rose water, apples, and pomegranates,
burn frankincense and sing. Anglo-Saxons
and Celts bowed to haleg-monath, this date
its genesis. Now our source, blazing sun,
sails across the equator, impartial
to light or dark. Invites us to love all.
Roger Armbrust
September 22, 2008
