(On A Day Like Any Other)
On a day like any other
The Sun and I woke together
and rubbed sleepy clouds
of morning from our eyes.
Time to face the day, I groaned.
Time to be the day, said the Sun
as it tenderly kissed my cheek
and sent me on my way.
On a day like any other
I came out at noon to see the Sun
shouting at ladies under parasols
and gentlemen in tight collars.
Must you be so stern, I asked.
Must you be so insolent, demand the Sun
as it stung my cheek with a burning reprimand
and went on about his business of parching the distant hills.
On a day like any other
I sat facing west and watched the
The Sun look guiltily over its shoulder
as it left for the night.
Thanks for all your hard work, I said.
Thanks for understanding, said the Sun
as it gently kissed my cheek and painted
its apology in the clouds.
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press June 2016
