Attached To The Sun
Started with a fire sky breaking through the dawn.
Clouds like a thin layer of webs, the dark ones far off.
Blue grows brighter by the moment as the black birds take flight.
The sun revealed and sirens in the distance.
Highway noise on the mixmaster.
Above, the sky is breaking into a glorious pose.
The breeze, still blowing cool.
Below, we flitter about, nervous and panting.
We swirl, we swoon.
Wake from your peaceful slumber, it is a trap.
Each day is a cosmic space ride.
We are attached to the sun.