Wake Up, Sunshine
As the piano of a somber night closes its fallboard, the sustain ringing out one last lingering chord,
I fight gravity, life, myself, & rise from bed in the deep dark. Then like a rocket & its thrusters
lifting off, I arrive at the window to sweep away the curtains, pull up the blinds, &
pretend to wake the world with a yawp, summoning the sun like a warm crescendo.
He rises with the wind, peeking over rooftops, holding his sonorous “O” in greeting “Hello.”
Ah, Sunshine with his music, sometimes dampened beyond clouds, sometimes bare & bold,
arching across the sky in his gentle parabola. Good morning, I cheer, allowing his light
to grant me a metamorphosis. My armor cracks, my shield falls, my sword sheathes, my old self
sheds away… Yes, Sunshine with his music. As his daylight cleanses, my shadows diminish.
-XY
