The Sun is warm
as it reveals the world
to those who would discover it
It casts shadows, too;
it creates mirages
when it burns too bright
It blisters skin,
it boils out moistures,
it saps all fight from a man
And I am thankful for its light
And I am fearful of its shadows
And I wonder, is this what dying feels like?
Would that I could find an answer
But only the dead have it
And the dead I know don’t say a word
Now I travel South
Towards a break in the clouds,
Sun, with any luck
josh said “what?” to himself
dipped in disgust as we
crossed the boulevard
sometimes i use my body
to play with the universe
josh was disgruntled with
that,
as some can be,
raised in a modern
anal retentive middle
white class up-
getting
that too is the murky
gene pool i awoke in
josh would talk freer
and more openly with me
when i used my body
to play a human-being
just like at my job where
i tickle change from pockets
that night and through
alcohol he would forget
even more that i was actually
light newly freed from the
sun talking his language
and reminscing on
being human
and i like having friends
because,
it multiplies the
positivity
but since this sun’s shining
i’m stepping off this sidewalk
i lie flat on my back on the grass
let the wind light leaves
kiss sweet my eyelids
until compelled i open them
and view the vast blue sky through
these tangled branches bared bravely for winter
on the horizon:
i aspire to be those contrails
to drift and disappear
the sun
peeks through the trees
burning with early morning intensity;
people
cast shadows
to the horizon.
the sun shines,
but my shadowed soul
sings off-key.
no matter how i try i can’t
get over the sun i can’t
grasp this crispy air i can’t
pass by a shadow without awe i can’t
digest the portion size i can’t
while seated on clean grass i can’t
i can’t i can’t i can’t i can’t
and i’m loving every minute
these days
we live in a continuum of rain
beneath infinite clouds
our heads bowed
we keep our eyes clear
to see what–
the ground?
illumined
a tree of buttery
leaves
and something in it
reminded me
of our first
week.
because mountains
and green
are bliss to us
who need
the sky to shine
to fill our faces
like white pies
with smiles and joy
not thumbs
to bike
to ride
to run
FAST
to walk
SLOW
and get there in due
time
the sieve and the sand 