Sun Worship

Three little meerkats looked ahead At different angles then There was no sudden awful threat That was beyond their ken... Each held their gaze transfixed in time, Like statues frozen still... And though at first this looks sublime, It soon must lose its thrill. The only thing that they see move The whole length of the day Is that old sun that seeks to soothe Their frayed nerves come what may... That little circle in the sky That glides and glides and glides... I bet it makes them question why At night it goes and hides... They worship what they hold most dear - It helps them to survive! It helps each smile from ear-to-ear, So glad to be alive... Next day the circle's back again! The meerkats look above... Their Grandad smirks and nods and then Each looks at it with love... Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Sun Worshippers II'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com