ode to ra, lord of light
Sun slanting in through picture window
Loving this rotational global warming
Naturally blessed with reliable light
After cold spring, I despaired,
Waiting for temperature to rise.
Weather connects strongly to mood
I’m hardwired to depression in grey and cold
And my upliftment in spring’s sun is
Positively Pavlovian.
I bask, glory in rays that radiate
From nuclear furnace in the center of sky
I resist not. If cancer wants me, it can have me.
Sunworshipper, I seek shade if the sun is too much, but
Shan’t slather chemicals on my skin to
Separate self from the oldest god there is