Description

firebird rises and speaks to the sun.

this happens every sunday. and

all day all birds chirp

of nothing but this, nothing

but the fire reaching skyward

big beak bursting open

and spelling over and over again

the bird's word for light.

the sun, slowly born

by the song of each letter -

each spelling, each spilling of sound

out from the mouth - basks

in the glow of its eternal growing

and sends firebird back knowing

the light his music

brought into being

would be delivered so long as earth

stayed singing.

-the first sun song