navigates
through hedges, lilacs, and greens,
creates
shadow to trade with and for light,
while the variegated ground beckons both
washing over wide variation of brightness
that could crayon a canvas
before suddenly disappearing into all the gray
dis-opinionated but praying
for another tornado.
the sea breeze picks and lifts my hair,
while sunshine embraces me from behind:
that's the exact collision of chill and warmth
I might be cold
I do not feel cold
sunshine does not move around
telling me stillness has a strength that
wind's speed never heeds.
Under the golden sunbeam,
Yesterday and Tomorrow
both cracked
into prelude and sequel
of this moment
this exact moment.
Sunshine on, time off.