allegory (poetry)

There is no mode of contemplation
When the sun is hot for us;

Whether gusts course through
Or the wielding of potent waters

Importune the physical attentions
That we so frequently abide,

Energetic communions as this
Are categorically without interruption;

Illumination comes by brute force
And by rainbow;

There is one light, and position
Is the variable in contemplation --

If one is contemplating
At all, in the sun.