Kiss of the Sun

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life more wonderful than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone–
and how it slides again out of the blackness,
every morning, on the other side of the world,
like a red flower streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance–
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love–
do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough
for the pleasure that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out, as it warms you as  you stand there,

empty-handed–


Mary Oliver.. Author