Beloved Of The Gods [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I am the beloved of the gods - only those they cherish
get to see a sunset where clouds glow in the Baroque
glory of cherubs held within golden curlicues while the
grass glows like green-tinged glass lighted from below
just as the sun god's golden touch is covering the rest
of the sky, and this is clear, I must tell the world, right

here in this place, upon this spot - and exactly at this
moment instanced in time; I have a sense that we, my
dog and I, are the gods' beloved - today's terrible heat
brought about thunder & built a palace of clouds - with
my heroine dancing a tango I waited and there it is a
short burst of rain that opened the curtain of life

to show its delicately figured cameos of bright blue sky
framed by images of mighty angels created in swirling
lines woven by clouds; what else can I think of a grand
beauty in it: I have to be the beloved of the gods to be
offered such a glorious scene…