Harnessed To the Sun
(Excerpt from “The Dreadnaught”)
We are all harnessed to the sun
Strapp’d to fate’s elliptical orbit
Held by a captor so immense, so torrid,
That we’re flung to each moment,
Delightful or horrid.
Little slack has the harness of fate
Every ripple of change becomes, by its motion,
A billow in Fate’s turbulent ocean
Like Philosophies created by idle notions.
Often wishes pervade the air
For reversal and for altered direction
Of our destined path, for a predilection
But this would cause a dark inflection.
Time the embroiderer weaves our thread
In inimitable pattern till the fabric is done
(As poignant as love, yet lethal as a gun)
Let us not unravel a single one
For surely it is better being harnessed to the sun.
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