Sunday, June 9, 2013

The Sun

I take hours to wake myself up.
To get out of bed,
to face the new sun.

I stagger back into my hole,
so I can watch the sun creep a little higher.
This day is far from over,
but I can already foretell,
its Plan.

So I sit.
I sit up straight,
and watch the sun,
as it gets a little higher.

Every nook and cranny,
on my floor.
I gaze and admire,
an age old tradition,
from cot to pyre.

No one told me,
how life,
has a funny way,
of watching the way we do.

Still we watch together,
we watch the sun.
And we sigh relief
watching its path be done.