Waking to a new dawn, new day,
wide awake eyes open
to see the sun falling
coming to crash and burn on me.
It is a personal journey this breathing life,
sometimes I can take the burn, sometimes not.
Some days I can just pick up and put that old sun
right back in its appointed spot and others; well—
I’d simply rather not.
Having been crushed a number of times before
with gasses whooshing out of every orifice;
it’s cool when my spot gets flaming fiery hot—
What? You’re asking me?
A hug from the sun is better
than freezing cold feet? Of course,
boiling me to steam some movement makes.
© M Durfee