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On a gray
day, when the sun
has been abducted, and it’s chill
end-of-the-world
weather,
I must be the sun.
I must be the one
to encourage the
young
sidetracked physicist
working his father’s cash register
to come
up with a law of nature
that says brain waves can change
the dismal
sky. I must be the one
to remind the ginger plant
not to rest on the
reputation
of its pungent roots, but to unveil
those buttery tendrils from
the other world.
When the sky is an iron lid
I must be the one to
simmer
in the piquant juices of possibility,
though the ingredients are
unknown
and the day begins with a yawn.
I must issue forth a
warmth
without discrimination, and any guarantee
it will come back to
me.
On a dark day I must be willing
to keep my disposition light,
I
have to be at the very least
one stray intact ray
of local energy, one
small
but critical fraction
of illumination. Even on a day
that
doesn’t look gray
but still lacks comfort or sense,
I have to be the
sun,
I have to shine as if
sorry life itself depended on it.
I have to
make all the difference.
~ Thomas Centolella ~
On a gray
day, when the sun
has been abducted, and it’s chill
end-of-the-world
weather,
I must be the sun.
I must be the one
to encourage the
young
sidetracked physicist
working his father’s cash register
to come
up with a law of nature
that says brain waves can change
the dismal
sky. I must be the one
to remind the ginger plant
not to rest on the
reputation
of its pungent roots, but to unveil
those buttery tendrils from
the other world.
When the sky is an iron lid
I must be the one to
simmer
in the piquant juices of possibility,
though the ingredients are
unknown
and the day begins with a yawn.
I must issue forth a
warmth
without discrimination, and any guarantee
it will come back to
me.
On a dark day I must be willing
to keep my disposition light,
I
have to be at the very least
one stray intact ray
of local energy, one
small
but critical fraction
of illumination. Even on a day
that
doesn’t look gray
but still lacks comfort or sense,
I have to be the
sun,
I have to shine as if
sorry life itself depended on it.
I have to
make all the difference.
~ Thomas Centolella ~
(Views from along the Middle
Way)
Way)