The Goodhearted Sun
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

The day, sketched with a light hand,
came fully winged. The goodhearted
sun gestured towards the horizon.
Such delicate equilibrium in the ear
of the soul. The little spirals,
the verifications of distance and source.
Self by self, everything is transitional.
Everything carries death’s due date.
What isn’t a soul event?
Even if there isn’t a prevailing wind,
take the further step. Morning insists.
The revelation of the inaccessible is happening
right before your eyes.