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.