In My Mind’s Eye
I return to Haystack,
that day of surprised joy
when Paulus recited “Hello Sun”,
his arms outstretched
to gather it in,
to release our minds,
to capture and motivate our attention.
Wetness collects in my smiling eyes
as I remember that morning,
when the sun first came out to greet us
after hiding for so long.
Came out like a field of flowers in bloom,
wanting us to take them home.
poem by Wen