One Thousand Tiny Suns

One, two, three suns rising on Eritrea's horizon

four, five, six sun-steps across the sky,
seven, eight, nine shining bright in noon's high,
ten years and rising
even in dusk's bullets;
the infinite light
of dreams

burns bright.

Heaven is under the feet of children

dusty from play,

some bruised, some tired,

all soles cracked with laughter.