Poetry
Alex Bäcker
2020
1 min readThe poem reflects on the cyclical, somber experience of sunset and the profound relief of the sun's morning return.
What a daily tragedy to endure the Sun abandon us.
Its gentle warmth gone, plunging us in the cold of night.
Its light shut down, submerging us in darkness.
The bird songs silenced, engulfing us in the still of mirk.
How fast we turn around it, how fast its brightness fades.
No wonder ancients deified it, Incas and Pharaohs alike.
This daily gloom would kill us, were it not for its cure.
The daily miracle of the Sun's glowing morning rebirth.