Maybe that’s what all of us are here for:
To hold the sun. To step it down to earthsize,
to be its outer edges here. They tell me,
after all, that it was stars that built us,
that tiny bits of them make up our cells. Could be.
One thing’s for sure. These squash have it down.
I mean, just look at them there,
practically on fire with all those oranges and golds,
looking like they held so much sun it was oozing
right through their skin. Maybe we’re all
meant for that, for holding so much sun
that all we can do is shine, baby. Think so?