To the Sun

 “The sun is God.” J.M.W. Turner’s last words.

A big yellow ball
Floating on a blue page
Radiating yellow dots
And golden stripes

Sometimes
Like the Teletubbies
There’s a face
A full fat face
Cheerful and chubby 

But in truth
When you glare 
From the open sky
We can’t look you
In the eye…
Because if we did
You’d blind us
Like the basilisk

Yes
You are the greatest
And no
You’re not…
You’re a middling star
In a large galaxy

Betelgeuse, Antares, Sirius A
Would dwarf you
But you are ours
And we are yours

And yes…
Your smile is beautiful

You light up the dark
Break the dawn 
A ray of sunshine
Gives hope

You melt the ice
Sustain all things
Radiate gardens
Inspire seeds
The sunflowers turn
And follow you through the sky
Girasole
Sole, Sol, Helios,
Apollo, Ra
Great names
For a great star

We love you
We bless you
We reach up to you
Like the trees
The daisies
The snapdragons
The tourists
The crops

We are yours
And you are ours.

We thank you