Radiate Sorrow

1980s, picture-poem based on a daydream-image by Chris Wayan

The rest of us lesser heavenly bodies have each other: cratered, battered, shadowed... real and rounded. But the Sun's searching gold eye sees only little flat-lit full-moon rubble. Dead without shadows. Five billion years the Sun peers. Sun has no peers. Sun has no tears. Radiate sorrow! The sun is alone.