Sunrise
I stopped
to watch the sun rise,
a thin line of cloud on the lip of the hill
sliding down into the valley,
running ahead
of the sun’s warmth
as if chased by it,
as if afraid,
and I wondered
why we do that,
why we turn from the light.
I stopped
to watch the sun rise,
a thin line of cloud on the lip of the hill
sliding down into the valley,
running ahead
of the sun’s warmth
as if chased by it,
as if afraid,
and I wondered
why we do that,
why we turn from the light.