Morning on Earth

The sun rose quickly
The multi-eyed, multi-mouthed
god sang in the strange,
undelayed harmony.
.
The mouths sang
like the organelles
of prehistoric sponges.
Exuded song as they slid from one
audience to the next.
.
When the baby awoke
and started to cry
we held him up.The warmth
firing through the glass
quieted him,
made him laugh.
.
The jolly sun penetrated
even the dark leaves
and the paper making
everything glow.
.
We were grateful
for our eyes,
even though they were
temporary and quasi-static.