MEANT TO SHINE
For Max
in the yard
the flowers glow at night
you can follow the path of a snail
there’s fairy fire
in the old man’s crook
and sparks in the belly of a whale
in the sky
the sun does yeoman’s work
as it polishes half the moon
and the stars
they glimmer on for us
their facets roughly hewn
good heavens,
all the world’s afire
if we only take the time
to look up from our
whirligigs
and see the vast sublime
Poem ©2022, Jen Payne. #NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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