…The sky is alive
with the sun. Light rays reach
for flat cotton hovering above fields
in the distance.
I step outside—peer past neighborhoods
of perfectly spaced roofs. Rows of houses
with people inside, together or alone.
Light curtsies to her dark lover
and blushes. I watch their embrace
and am swaddled in insignificance.
I’m always halfway home
here. I sip from a full cup
as a chorus of colors
follows the sun’s slide
out of view.