Sun Salutation


True shield of Aten, color of Van Gogh’s

Beard, in an eggy apron of aloes

My skin I present to you. O mushroom

Atomic; aureola at noon; yolk; bloom

Atop Earth’s dome of blue: meet your black pupil

(That other dot that lords a dome). Beneath, Virgil

Haunts the underworld; snails work the vine;

All figures find their ground: imagination sublime.

Conspire with me to make this afternoon

Divine; to fluster flesh to sweat and swoon;

To swell to sweetness grapes that droop the way;

To shower beads of pearl on a barren bay.

I need you to see; you need consciousness to be.

Light’s cross with mind bears Schrödinger’s mystery.


Poem by Santi Tafarella, 2011


See this poem as a Wordle here.

About Santi Tafarella

I teach writing and literature at Antelope Valley College in California.
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