Song to the Sun

My flesh is sad  

my heart is heavy  

troubles and aches and woe is me  

but inside where crawls my molecules  

everything is ecstasy and cries out  

in harmony  

stretching for the sun  

it’s only my man-ness  

that acts as an anchor  

structure woven about my bones  

from the unknown creator  

who we call God; 

but inside my cells are in delight  

inside them the atoms dance to celebrate the sun  

everything atomic  

we are what our Sol vomited 

in a great belch an untold eon ago  

and yet I moan and groan  

about my lonely and abandon  

and God  

who is only a voice in the back of my head  

when I listen correctly

but inside where the me  

is actually a million million mes  

all agreeing to work together  

and writhe  

without me they writhe  

in the air and sea they writhe  

in the hills in the motes of my eye they writhe  

in harmony  

and they hum their song to god  

who is the sun.