Warmth

I was falling and it was getting colder

and it grew dark and I could no longer see

but something reached out and grabbed me

and warmed my whole body

like a cup of hot cider

on a midwinter New England day

and I got hotter and hotter and started to sweat

and it made me forget that I had ever been cold, I forgot

that the sun had ever left the sky in the first place

but as the warmth caressed by face, I remembered

what it was like to be cold and alone with no light

and I thought about all the sunrises and sunsets

and how there’s always darkness somewhere

and how it’s always nighttime for someone

but it’s difficult to share the sun

with those on the other side of the world

no matter how hard we try

or how much we cry

explaining it’s rays doesn’t brighten the day

only the sun can do that

there are songs and books

and bottles of spirits and pills

but the only thing that can kill the nighttime

isn’t tales about morning

or artificial light

it’s dawn,

it’s the roosters crowing

as the sun starts peaking over the treetops

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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