A poem about the sun

dancer, fish pose, in red, by William Eaton

 

Our god is a consuming fire

Hebrews 12:29

 

When summer came, he left the city

Afraid of the heat and pollution

Afraid of the sun

 

He found himself in a hospital

In a ward with no air-conditioning

Afternoons, thin and hurting, heart damaged

The sun and the heat

 

He had read of old people dying

He was going to add to the total

Killed by the sun in a hospital

 

Night was his relief

Cracking the windows, breathing again

 

Strengthening and living again

Another year of drawing and writing

 

Till the next summer

Brought peas to shell and fresh strawberries

 

And he could feel the force of the sun

Still life giving, still sickening him

This light, this heat, this sun

— Poem and drawing by William Eaton.

∩ Working on this poem led me back to Hebrews 11, with its vaunting of faith and of greater truths and forces hidden behind the appearances. “Through faith we understand . . . that things which are seen were not made of things which do appear.” Is this faith or modern science? This could be to explore another day, another poem.

Those similarly oppressed by the current heatwave in the northeastern United States might find a smile in the imageof a Japanese shrine in the snowthat illustrates Kenko, Kerouac, Snyder, Prayer, Zeteo, June 2018.

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