Show me your sun and I'll be there

at 4 in the
morning the sun
is never up
but i usually am

i worry
about things
that are out of
my control
even more about
things that are

get up early
when i work
and earlier
when i don’t
the older i get the
more i learn
sometimes you
need to cry it out

alone
at night
into your pillow
the blankets
wrapped all
around you

sometimes you
need to cry
and cry
and cry

until the morning
sun falls across
the tears dried
under your lashes

and the lump
in your throat has
dissolved so you can
breathe with ease

you need to get up
let hot water
wash it away
let the steam rising
from your mug soften
any sorrow left around
your morning eyes
take a deep breath
don’t mention it
to anyone

and
just
keep
going

i will
just
keep
going

August burned quickly, incipient nostalgia
prematurely vanished, mellow and gentle
sea stone on the tiled table, cedar plank
with fish, sunset through the eye-slit window

thigh high in life and riding wherever life
takes me like a hopeless romantic

I suppose parties could be fun
Dressed up all prettily by Mum
Present in hand here we stand
On the front step
Like in the Ladybird book.

The door opens into Jane’s world
Hand over your coat to someone.
Down the linoleum hallway,
Into the front room of delights
Dropped handkerchief on floor.

Two cut - out books for party girl
She’s opening my sparkly cat card
The one with a feather and pearls
The paper piles up on a chair
Susan’s mother announces tea.