You cannot escape
the rays of the sun
On a December morning.
Pure energy,
They attract and recharge you
When no entertainment
seemed possible.
Energy crisis
I have no idea of what power
Is pulling the sun up today,
Across a deserted sky of summer loneliness.
I can estimate that strength
And find carefully inside myself
To push myself through the chores
Of the office, of the hobbies, of the marriage.
