CHARIOT TO THE SUN

They spin

inside me,

the chariot wheels.

I am racing now

to meet the sun,

to merge with it,

to meld with the divine disk 

of sovereignty.

Sometimes it takes an invader—

a darkness from the outside

that enters—

to release the king within,

to set the wheels 

in motion,

for the spokes to cycle into 

the whirling wells 

of light 

they have always been.