Sonshine – a poem by Stephen Kingsnorth

Sonshine
 
We called it ‘bilge’, biology,
amoebic start, then tadpole, flea,
cork cambium and xylem, phloem,
and soon the phototropic turn. 
Before unknown, except the frogs,
beware the dog or catch the itch,
bark furrowed tree trunk running rings,
fed stem of sunflower, smiley face.
I now know what and how perhaps,
and always where and when as child,
but never understood the why
until one day, moped heavy blue,
and saw so much determined life,
black wriggle tail, draught drinking tree,
the brightest yellow facing sun
and knew the son still shone on me.
       

  
Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had over 180 pieces published by on-line poetry sites, including Amethyst Review, printed journals and anthologies.  https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com/