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Journal Article

The Sun's Migration (Kestrel, Issue 43, Summer 2020)

Authors: Rob Jackson


 

The Sun's Migration


We wandered forty years,

settling in a house on a hill

that stared east from the back porch.

I watched the sun rise daily across the valley,

tracking colors and lines

of clouds that made up dawn.


I knew the sun moved,

or appeared to, a gray whale

swimming north in spring

and returning south in fall,

always in sight of land.

Still, I'd never tracked its journey,

watched it leave the fins of mountains behind,

lighting paintings on our southern walls.


I grasped desire for the first rock cairns

that became Stonehenge,

the solstice window of the Incan Torreón,

chronicling not just the sun's return

but the Pleiades and scorpion's tail,

a plumb line's shadow sundering an altar

to mark the beginning of the end of winter.


The sun swings its arc,

solstice to solstice, a pendulum

with a period of a year.

Each sweep carries away people we love.

When our time comes

—by fluke or wear, near or far—

when the last stone is placed on our cairns,

we surface for a last breath and descend,

a shimmer in the wake of our daughters and sons,

a ripple spreading outwards to the shore.

Journal Name
Kestrel
Publication Date
2020