I Stare at the Sun

I stare at the sun with my eyes wide closed

Moving my hands

Flayed out and fan-like

Back and forth

Across my lid-eclipsed field of vision

Till kaleidoscopic radiance dazzles

Like stardust my occulted optical operators

A rare array in yellow-red rays

Strobe through to orange

After some ten million years and eight minutes

Of travel through the medium of space matter

I feel the subtle magnitude of

The distant closeness thereof

The presence of that warm and smooth light-love

One hand in front of another:

A square pattern dappled

Sparkling phantasmagoria

Gloria in excelsis Sol!