At this time of day
Especially at this time of year
Even in this city
To sit in the sun
As it dips
And lowers
Becomes ever increasingly difficult.
At this time of day
Especially at this time of year
To sit in the sun
Head up
Eyes shut closed
Blinded, oblivious
Becomes ever increasingly difficult.
At this time of day
Especially at this time of year
This city sets at dawn
Blinded, oblivious
Eyes drawn down
Solitary light like an echo of a distant sound
And other dark clichés
I just want to sit in sun light
Head up
Eyes shut closed
Blinded, oblivious
Only vigilant of phosphenes
Solitary, distant
And other increasingly difficult dark clichés.
