Children Of The Midwest Sun Poem by Jay Mandeville

We are the children of the Midwest sun:
its light has weight, measured musical tones.

'Come along, ' sang Empedocles,450 BCE,
'and I'll tell you a tale of the Sun's nativity:
how the land, and rapid air,
damp vapors and the sea,
that bind Titan's circle 'round the earth,
all spring from the same identity.'

For the great Sun God, the Egyptian Ra,
lordly Mithras of the Persians,
Greek Apollo bright-orbed,
the majestic Incan Sun, Druid Stonehenge Sun,
Chinese, Indian, and Australian Sun
are all One...
its light has weight, measured musical tones.

We are the children of the Midwest Sun:
the buzzing insects, beasts and birds,
and creatures that ride the waves in herds,
down the Mississippi basin and out to the world.

This phoenix-like maelstrom earth
in truth is but a shard of ashes and vapor,
for eons in labor,
to which the Midwest Sun gave birth.

We are the children of the Midwest Sun:
its light has weight, measured musical tones.