In ancient Egypt,
Mesopotamia, and Greece
men would travel miles upon miles
to make a sacrifice
(some crops or a first born)
all in the hopes
of seeing a sun goddess:
their silken skin glistening,
like it’s made of gold
and divinity.
me?
I just have to take a trip downtown,
make a more contemporary sacrifice
of chai latte
and wonderful conversation
then just like that,
I experience my own sun goddess
for just a few precious hours:
Shinning bright enough
to make the sun look dim.
A sweetness big enough
to make skyscrapers look small.
A brilliance so luminescent
that I wonder if the evening light
journeyed from her eyes
before pouring out
onto the city’s sacred streets.
then just as beautifully,
just as swiftly,
the sun sets
and my goddess leaves
but I’ll only smile …
because my world will be that much brighter
for the next few days.
Of Poems and Places 