Today the sun reaches its northernmost
decline, sealing travels through our long sky:
another year done—falling off West Coast,
turning lavender clouds to fire. It flies
over Japan as Amaterasu,
blessing her people. The Syrians sight
Arinna. Above Iran, Mithras’ hue
seems a torch-ignited pomegranate.
And then there’s you—ever-constant blazing
of your sunskin amazing me, burning
starlight of cerulean eyes gazing
through my eyes deep to my hidden yearning.
Like that ancient god and charioteer,
I circle Earth, rapt in your atmosphere.
Roger Armbrust
June 21, 2013
