fusion

it's just a sluice

the light that travelled

ninety-three million miles

to pierce my wooden blinds

from the core of the sun

past comets and asteroids

its path, according to Einstein, slightly distorted

by Mercury and Venus

this light has undergone an odyssey

just so a small rectangular swath of it

can light up your drowsy face

next to mine on this pillow

(c) j r baugher 2004