The Burden of the Sun

Oh, how it teases us in miraculous May, the world is new, we must be too, like the baby sparrow, neck outstretched, beak agape, we await life’s breakfast under skies of blue while the sun, the looming sun, not yet ablaze but a cheering light, conducts its outdoor orchestra, with all living things aflight. But afternoon gives way to dusk and finally we all slow down, close our eyes for a moment and the sun is in its dressing gown. The moon and stars and darkness have reclaimed the world, mystery and shadows in the lead, their sable flags unfurled. But where is the sun to challenge them, usurpers of the light? Resting and restoring its energy until it’s no longer night.