Solstice Humour

[Underground River]

Solstice Humour

Yo, sunny
I kinda like the fact that you give me light and life every year
It really is kind and good of you
But sunny, I don't know if I
Can worship you properly this year
'Cause the cold might kill me if
I go outside for even a second
Sun, I'm really sorry
But there's no bleepin' way I'm freezing
Myself stiff just to sing you a song
And speaking of songs, sun
There's no way I'll stand on a hill
Or stay inside and
Sing out the awen in my heart
'Cause, sunny, what would the neighbours think
If they heard me chanting strange words?
They might think I was crazy
They might send me to a terrible place
A place I cannot name for fear
But you know the place I am talkin' 'bout
'Tis where all the crazy people are sent
So I can't worship you properly this year
Sorry, sun, but you'll just have
To wait until I can be less shy, less cold, and less afraid
Of people thinking I'm nuts
And then I can worship you
I hope you understand
I tremble with fear that you might not
Believe me when I say
That I really do wanna worship you
But it's too cold
I'm too shy
I have too many neighbours
And I really don't
Wanna be locked up
For the rest of my life
So please don't be angry with me
Sunny, please, don't be angry with me!
Copyright by a humourous Phoenix December 22, 2004.
This poem was inspired by the winter solstice and by the fact that everybody needs to laugh, even when overcome by awe and/or powerlessness.
Phoenix