Drum roll, mon Papa!!
A little sky by the wayside,
and sunshine to boot in the new year.
Do you have something to say to the fiery volcano and the cool moon,
that play down the electric sheen of a delicately rendered world?
The sharp salmon softening the horizon
and giving birth to the white phoenix arising in silent fury.
Now that I am alive,
bury me gently in your warm caress,
and let me close myself.