Triumph

The sun tipped over the peaked clouds, gasping,
     to be freed from the grey mass which threatened to suffocate it;
And as it burst upon the world, in triumph,
     all who were kissed with its warmth and light,
     were captivated by it.

Now, as those clouds closed in furtively toward the sun,
     hoping to suppress it, they were already beaten.
The empowered sun shone a warning on those dark clouds:
     He shone on their backs as they came,
     softening their dark shadows. 

Lined with a pure, white glow, they could not escape
     the touch of the sun, and were overthrown,
Passing by, transformed and harmless,
     slaves to their victor. 
​                                                                    April 1995