Sun Parallax
by Rachel Michelle Collier
Sonup.
The Lord is shining.
The Lord is awake and active.
The Son is up.
Good morning, Buffy, says Mack.
Good morning, Mack, says Buffy.
The sun is rising! says Buffy.
The sun is up, yawns Mack, dreamily.
Good morning, Buffy, says Mack.
Good morning, Mack, says Buffy.
The sun is up! says Buffy.
The Son is up, says Mack, happily.
Good morning, Buffy, says Mack.
Good morning, Mack, replies Buffy.
“The Son is up …” sings Buffy.
“The Son is risen,” sings Mack, “indeed.”
Buenos días, says Mack.
And good morning to you! says Buffy, then —
Oh no! It’s storming outside!
The sun always rises, says Mack, quietly.
Amen, and amen, and amen to that,
Buffy says, all soft, pondering.
The sun is down.
Sundown.
A storm is brewing on the Western front.
The LORD is stirring on the Eastern front.
Goodnight, Buffy, says Mack.
Goodnight, Mack, says Buffy.
May the Lord protect you in your dreams, she adds.
There is light in the darkness, Mack says, faithfully.
Good morning, Buffy, says Mack.
Good morning, Mack! exclaims Buffy.
THE SUN IS UP! she shouts.
Yes, the Son is up, Mack yawns —
Yes, the sun is up, Mack yawns, dreamily.
Inspired by the educational book series Sun Up by Margaret Early.
About the Poet
Rachel Michelle Collier is from Mississippi, and has been published in Heart of Flesh Literary Journal (the sister-site of Pure in Heart), Fathom Mag, Ekstasis, and The Dirigible Balloon. She wants you to know that you are loved. X: @CollierRachelM
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