sun worshipers

october 7th, 2022

the sun rises over the valley,
testing the morning fog’s ability to sustain
the grip it holds over the field of sunflowers.
they stretch as far into the horizon
as i can see, which isn't far
before the fog swallows them up.

yet,
the sunlight reaches proudly for its disciples.

they turn their heads towards it,
leaves glowing with condensation,
petals translucent through the diffused light.
all eyes on the sun, where ours should burn and wither
together in one prayer

sometimes beauty finds you on the way to the mechanic,
as an unspoken religion sings silent hymns to the dawn.

amen.

* back to drops *

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