in this supposed summer, i find myself waiting.
waiting for light
waiting for night
waiting to cross each busy street;
waiting tables watching others eat;
waiting for the sun,
with hands chewed to the bone.
but i will wait for you
and garner my laughter and my sense of fun
and answer my question
“where is the sun?”
i’ve not seen in so long,
i fear i’ll forget the feel of his warmth;
the flight of his fire and light.
i will wait for you
to answer my question:
“where has he been hiding?
where can one hide when you are larger than life…”
maybe he’s never existed. it’s a thought…
[a ridiculous thought. dismiss. dismiss.
don’t be bitter, kathryn
don’t be so remiss
Note to self: perhaps in your quest
you will find yourself…
so… where is the sun?
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