Transit/Prodigal Sun, Marge Hauser

The sun fell out of a hole in the sky
and rolled down the mountainside
leaving opaline snail trails
on rough gray rocks.

The sun rolled down the mountainside
and across the field
sparking crystal fires
on dew-flecked grass.

The sun rolled across the field
and into the lake
glowing silvery bright
in the watery mirror.

The sun rolled into the lake
and onto the shore
through pearlescent lilies
and pale gold reeds

and into a hole in the sky.