How the Sun Feels

(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