sun-blessed, not sure by whom,

likely not Ra nor Helios,

but some, unknown to me, Aztec god,


perhaps Totec, and not for me the sun, 

rather, the people of his realm, 

while i, by happenstance, bathe in the overflow


of rays. as i often say—lucky me—though,

i might be wise to say it more often, and louder.

work, the hours pass alternately numbly


and productively these days, but at the least

i may bask while at it, at our little backyard table.

it is a good day, though uncertainty 


baits ever breath. for now, i am sun-blessed

and that is enough, for i do not do cold well.







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Written on 2020-10-27 at 19:06

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Hans Bump The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the rhythm and the cadence.
Thank you

Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
I like how you juxtapose the Greek and Aztec images with the simple task of soaking up the sun. Nicely done, Jim. :)