12.12.2023 – more wonderful than

more wonderful than
way sun floats toward horizon?
relaxed, easy …

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–
or have you too
turned from this world–

or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

The Sun by Mary Oliver

I can sit and watch the sun all day long as the show never changes but is never the same.

Sometimes it isn’t the fun I get in walking the beach on my lunch hour as much as it is that I have to go back to work.

I do have to go back but I did get to walk on the beach.

How DO you work the definition of fair and being fair and what is fair, into this thought?