At Midday is a sun poem, a reflection on the light, shadow, and darkness we find every day.
At Midday – Sun Poem
At midday,
the sun rules out shadows
and shines and shines and shines
and warms your skin
and strokes your bones.
Now, we can
go breath sweet meadows
and laugh and cry and talk
until we grasp
and steal her tones.
No longer
do shadows threaten and rule
and gag and choke and kill.
The heat we burn
now dooms the dark
all day and night.
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