Words for Ra (poetry)

I saw the sun.

Like a bloody egg yolk
Slowly ascending
Above the thick mass of trees.

Sunrise black.

Brush alive with the motion of redbirds inside.
Making homes &making songs
As testament to the goodness of life.

And the sun crept a little higher
So that all could bear witness.

©drék2001

-- Drék Davis is a writer, mixed media artist, and Professor of Art at Grambling University in Louisiana.

An archive of Drék's articles is located here.

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