I Can Rise
Super sun that rises so solidly each day,
so stolid and stalwart and beckoning,
I know it is not just me to whom you send
your messages of revival and encouragement
but also to my son who cannot understand
what you are, nor worry about what the earth
is not, to my other son so possessed of situations
of employment as not to think of you as faithful,
showing what dependable is to those already educated
to the discipline. See, the moon is less reliable
in its waxing, waning, simple flat sphere or huge
orange on the horizon, tiny white slice…it has
its fun. But old sun, no playfulness in your ascension
but how it draws me up, even through clouds,
to know you are always there…I can rise to meet you.
Cleo Griffith has been on the Editorial Board of Song of the San Joaquin for eighteen years. Widely published, her work has recently appeared in Blue Collar Review, Wild Roof and Main Street Rag. She lives in Salida, California with her guard-cat, Amber.
Super sun that rises so solidly each day,
so stolid and stalwart and beckoning,
I know it is not just me to whom you send
your messages of revival and encouragement
but also to my son who cannot understand
what you are, nor worry about what the earth
is not, to my other son so possessed of situations
of employment as not to think of you as faithful,
showing what dependable is to those already educated
to the discipline. See, the moon is less reliable
in its waxing, waning, simple flat sphere or huge
orange on the horizon, tiny white slice…it has
its fun. But old sun, no playfulness in your ascension
but how it draws me up, even through clouds,
to know you are always there…I can rise to meet you.
Cleo Griffith has been on the Editorial Board of Song of the San Joaquin for eighteen years. Widely published, her work has recently appeared in Blue Collar Review, Wild Roof and Main Street Rag. She lives in Salida, California with her guard-cat, Amber.