I Came Upon An Opening, A Clearing, The Sun Poem by Dennis Ryan

Tuesday, October 18,2022 at 11 a.m. and 2: 26 p.m.

I came upon an opening, a clearing
in the foliage—a long expanse of green
and gold—and the sun, the sun, 태양
taeyang, El Sol, its rays, rayos 광선
gwangseon expanding like Olson's
"figure of outward", los rayos so few,
yet one-two-three they radiated outward,
ever expanding from sun center, sunpoint
hitting the rightside of my face and shoulder,
and soI turned to face the sun straight on
as I stood in a fixed position, my feet unmoving,
yet I could not tolerate looking straight into
the sun, at the sun's point, and time, time
was passing and passing up to this very
moment of writing—the sun's warmth moving
inside my neck and shoulders on this cold
and windswept October day, October being
the birth month of my son Shawn and niece Katie,
and now I know how this poem will end yet never
will end, how this poem is coeval with this time
and place and them as they live out, count down
the longer days and nights of their present loves.