decades away the sun explodes
and it throws at the world a spectrum.
light falls to the ground, gently with a still wind
on a burnt summer day;
it is the cool grass poking my back
and the beautiful sting that falls into cracks in my skin.
I stand up, I tread on the dust on a sphere,
broken grains of sand cut at my feet.
until the sky loses faith,
and the bright blue melts to orange, soft pink,
the sun hides behind me, beneath miles of deep earth.
the sky holds its silence, black nothing.
still I live, rotate, revolve and sleep
till again the light hurts my eyes, blinds my tears.
the walls and the ceiling drink it up and I watch,
they hug it tight, it stays,
and even the hardest grey shadows smile.
Kahn said ‘to think that man can claim a slice of the sun’
and I did.
WRITTEN BY DANIEL HAIDERMOTA
PICTURE BY JON ESTWARDS
