No More Wandering Poem by Patti Masterman

One man can hold enough sun for many lifetimes,
if only the dust didn't covet
his body's inner darkness,
and long to lay claim to it.

For sun has counted every footstep
shadowed upon the land
from babyhood to adult,
and sun gives himself for free
to everyone that's above ground.

Sun, like a proud father
wants us to shine,
wants to show us off,
while dust wants only to cover us,
with its own-

And say yes, there is no doubt
he did great things;
but he's ours now,
we've got him down below here,
safe and sound, no more wandering around..