AH, THE GLISTER

By Maria Teresa Garcia

I invite you to citrine,

to the arms

of summer’s golden days,

to the brush 

of mellow sunlight across

your face,

to the yellowest depths

of a sea of sunflowers.

I invite you to citrine,

the Merchant’s Stone

that fills your coffers,

blankets you

with abundance,

bends the light

of those who would

break your heart.

I invite you to citrine,

stone-ticked with traces

of iron to shade its color—

the congealed honey

of its tawny cousin, topaz.

Note:  Italicized words taken from Stones of the Sky by Pablo Neruda.