A Poem For Sunday


Selected by Alice Quinn and Matthew Sitman

"The Day of the Sun" by Vijay Seshadri:

Arriving early at the limit of understanding,
I managed to find a good seat,
and settled in with the others,
who were fanning away the heat

with their programs full of blank pages.
The orchestra was in place,
and soon the show started.
First, deep space

rose high and flooded the stage,
immersing all the spots
where our thoughts could have fixed
if our minds had thoughts.

Which they didn’t. Then
the sun came out and stood.
That was all that happened,
and ever would.

(From The Long Meadow © 2004 by Vijay Seshadri. Reprinted with the permission of the author and Graywolf Press. Photo by Flickr user kxcd)