LOOK INTO THE SUN         

They tell you “never look into the sun”

Well, they told me, but I always have

                             And always will

I don’t see the entire disc

But I get a sense of the pale yellow centre

The golden corona, and a glistening silver lining

Seemingly like a watery film splitting the light

Casting rainbows, across what is so much like

The ridges and valleys of a cherrystone clam

These are intercepted by, what I conclude are

My eyelashes - long, bleached by nature

A veil, which I attest, shields and protects me

Such a fine palette of sensations

Cannot be achieved by simply casting a glance

Or looking through a pinhole cut in card

No, to really know the Sun

You have to look into the Sun

Even if that means your eyes will burn

No one can truly know a thing

Unless they suffer the pain of that thing

And so, I will often look to the horizon

At dawn, at dusk, I know what it is to feel

A life ending and a new life to begin

                             I look into the Sun

(C) Trevor Maynard 2015