An all consuming sun

Poetry

I have a lingering fear of never reaching the sun

I don’t think I would burn if I touched it, maybe just shrivel a little

I want to tell my family I touched the sun

I want to be exceptional

What else is there to be?

I can’t return to California in the cold, because the warmth is all I’ve ever known

In dreams, I become one with the sun

We are the closest of friends, even in the winter when our resilience is buried under snow flurries

It is simple to write, to create

It is more difficult for some people

to burn their fingers on the stovetops

Than to burn their fingers on the sun

They float right up to the flames to bask

The rays morph into magnets, pulling them right in to the center

I hope to touch the sun

before the sun sinks forever 

I can cool down by the moon at dusk

More than mediocre is well worth the burn

So I ask the sun to burn me, continuously, until I shrivel 

I will come back as a sunflower

I will come back as the Sun

-B