Punching through an airport sky
reminds me: Sol shines
unperturbed by clouded gloom
unblinking since long before
the dawn of human hearts.
Every tragedy and triumph
of the boardroom or the soul
follows lost kingdoms & histories
jungles dried into African steppes
lovers whose bones are dust
—great Sol has seen it all
and always will.
I am relieved
to be so small
in Time.
June 2019
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