[Hauling a Boat Ashore, Monet, 1864]
Sundance
Here we are, pods, seeds, potentials
The sun opens us, moves us,
We rotate to face our god
We are filled to our limits
We sway as the winds refresh us
We bend, twine, lean to our source
Our warmth, our light, our life
Our very design is yours, sun
The vibrancy of our colors is emboldened in your washing glow
We dance under your blanket of energy, your covering of life
We endure rich and yellow
Succulent fullness is ours, oh sun