“ODE TO THE SUN cracking the boughs of my neighbors' pines with your light— your first appearance in what feels like months let me stand in my bathrobe one foot in the pantry the other in the kitchen and lean to the left so your fire finds my irises I want to be blinded so when I close my eyes even then you are with me— thumbprint on the darkness—” PoetryGriefSunlight Book:In Accelerated Silence: Poems Source: In Accelerated Silence: Poems