Why do I like the sun so?
I don’t really know.
I do not worship it.
There is no Ra or rah-rah
In its rays. I do not raise
Nor bow my head, yet
Will shield my eyes, so
As not to be blinded
By its intensity, energy so
Well-travelled, so fast
That it has seen darkness
Disappear. There are days
It seems like it could be
God’s spotlight, but
Then it creates shadow,
Where I also find comfort.
Perhaps a function of the id,
Some reptilian impulse
To want to lie, if truth be told,
On a warm rock, to absorb
The heat, to melt the ache.
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Bruce Morton divides his time between Montana and Arizona. He is the author of two poetry collections: Planet Mort (2024) and Simple Arithmetic & Other Artifices (2014). His poems have appeared in numerous online and print venues. He was formerly dean at the Montana State University library.