Impermanent Sun

 

The April sun goes in and out of a cloud

Unseen beyond my window,

It comes and goes

And is impermanent like everything else.

I have seen too many dawns not to know this --

Many dawns and many mornings.



How long will it be till summer

When the certain sun can run its course

Across the heavens with no complaint?

Everyone wants to know

And many people ask

Oh lord, how long?

 

For myself, I am just trying to remember.

I rest in the quick shadows.

-- Sally Clay
K.T.D.
April 20, 1988

 

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