Morning Pantheon

Today's pantheon floats across the window--
In the East are the signs of the Swimmer, the Head of the Llama
And the curved horns and body of the Watching Bull
In the West there is only the UFO Creating the Mountain

My side of the planet has tilted toward the light
Ice crystals clump and burn into minor deities
They watch over the roads humming to breakfast
And I watch them morph from dark to pale

Watch the sun burning the drifting incense of them
Rising.

It will last long enough to bring me down the ways
Of waking.