Maybe just for today, you’ll rest here –
a kind of momentary thought
when the piercing buds of light
no longer feel so angry on your
There, you can sprawl out
your supine body fiercely breathing in
all hint of light, hiding behind shadows
of forbidden secrets.
There’s a kind of morning when
even the lusting sky
feels just a little sad.
Not the way one feels after
the visit is over. But sad
like exhausted clouds, having spent
their strength in tears.
Have you ever seen a sun
like that? A passing daydream,
a life without shame or conscience?
The faceless orb, living in hopes
projected out to made up days,
crouched and intimidated?
Wait until the light passes
and scurries beneath the sheets
of another darkness. Maybe there
you’ll discover what’s been looking