We adore these pictures of the sun,
And from afar, we adore this handsome one,
But up-close, in the place where kissing’s done,
Everybody’s ugly.
From above, trees look like toys stuck in the ground.
God’s distance is a view inside a sound.
In a selected spot, I find the warmth of the sun.
Everything seen is already done.
The sun dwarfs the earth,
But when I look, what’s the small sun worth?
To everything—everything
I close my eyes.
All thought is the thought of a surprise.