How does one follow
the sun to survive…
Sun
I have a little
invisible backpack
hovering behind me,
when I can’t handle…
Remember
when I was the sunshine kid…
Appreciated,
by birds, flowers, human bees…
Normally hated,
Hot, bleak, and blinding, burning…
What did folks do before almanacs
and forecasts,
did they have stretches of gray
days where they just said…
Yes, fields stretch
out from me,
snow patches
the yard and sun
takes up space
that isn’t otherwise
occupied…
I soak in sun,
scheduled
for 15 minutes,
an hour…
Good morning sunshine,
it’s a beautiful day…
Hello sun,
hello shade,
hello hand reaching out….
