Sunlight

Sunlight

there is so much sunlight—

each day

a stark awakening

to the peaceful placidity

the hum of the highway

like a distant field

imagined

where flowers sway

to music unheard

to movement commanded,

a lover’s unease

on grass

that’s wet and green

contrast

sand, beige

coarseness

a cement dream

where towers are made to rise

from sweat that’s slaved

then reaped,

from bodies herded

into rooms fit for three

a kind of crude modernity

in today’s corporate society.

Still,

we learn to smile

to take from the blue

rippling at the edge

of freedom and mirage

a softness

we coil in memory

and live

when lovers return

when meadows

in the mind can be.

February 1, 2009