THE SUN-GOD AT MOUNT HOREB
sitting still on mount Horeb
amidst the stark clouds,
sweeping towards the swept
open space between trees
and pawing at white and dark fleshy flesh.
your pale, smirky lemon face
like the grapefruit in Ago-Iwoye Market
scribbles dirt patches on my face
and makes my throat to swill water
enough to fill up a tank-container.
do not douse us all
from this buzzy day
only 'dap' softly softly
into the balmy, cozy night.
Moses and the Burning Bush -- Edward Knippers