Dark And Lovely

The sun is angry this morning.
No — the sun smiles down at me today. No —
the sun is doing what the sun does, impartial
to my needs, or anyone else’s needs
or desires. Irrelevant to desires
or needs entirely, in fact.

The sun
does what it does, and the earth
quakes or is benevolent or doesn’t care, and oceans
rise and fall and do not care, regardless
of how I see them or don’t see them
from here.

From here I could close my eyes,
block my ears and nose, give up my senses
and think dark and lovely thoughts
and postulate a different world of clouds and seas
and above all the raging, indifferent sun,
and none of them would care.

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onward,
T