the sun rose
unexpectedly
not that
I did not expect it
to do so
but not there
of all places
behind the woods
where we had slept
all night
as one
she rose
through glowing clouds
casting deep shafts
banded
as Jacob’s Ladder
or the stairway
to the Grail
myth and magic
but I no Galahad be
for I am no soldier
no chivalrous knight
in armour shining
rescuing maidens
dragon slaying
jousting until
my head zings
and spins
like Saturn’s rings
no
this morning
my pilgrimage has begun
to seek the truth
in shabby tired clothes
as my faith
long battered be
and hope
a colander of woes
just questin’ be
as Pellinore
not seeking salvation
but salvation
seeking me
what see I
a robin on a branch
a field frog winking at me
the risen son
now guiding me
whence all hope comes
not from deep
within the ocean
nor brought
with the wild geese
sunrise’d be
but
within
without
wherever
the son
shines
the sun
shines
