Setting Sun

I wrote this poem at Starbucks. Where all the artistes of suburbia spend there workdays or playdays or whatever days they are. For me, it was President's Day, the day of our nation's founding humans, and I felt pretty sheepish 1) sitting in a Starbucks and 2) writing poetry there. I have been writing about the sun a lot. Maybe this is because I don't get to see the sun as much as I would like in winter. Maybe it is because it is a lifeforce, and what better subject of poetry than that? I am not in a rush to figure it out.

Setting sun
don't set on me.

There's so much to do, let your shadow shine through all the old in me to renew.

Spiritually dance, setting sun, setting sun
over the wrinkles and pores,
healing the rash and the sores,

calming the jumps of the nerves.

To set us aglow.

Little do we know of your plans -
we only see you moving.

So would that illumination do more in us than pass us by.

Rejoin our world...

...with the sky.