sunshine, it’s you again,
sly silver fox, rag-tooth smile
voice soothing as rain
You’ve seen me, scurrying
feet a patter, platters whirling
you try to help, ease my hurrying.
you tried your best
sent inside by beleaguered bosses
take a seat, have a rest.
You’re talking, asking around
I’m running, twirling, trying to get things done
I’m starving, though food abounds
I try to take you, in brief snippets
poke fun at you, fake-rage at your jokes
with you my heart is but a fluttering cricket
this feast has turned into an emergency
I’ve misunderstood the hunger
of scientific minds, feasting with urgency
an hour passes
the rain pounds down
but still remain the starved masses
I see you wandering, lost, lonely
I tap your shoulder and bump another man next to you
Getting you to talk like old cronies
the storm has settled, the food is gone
your contemporaries sit bloated
bellies engorged as they rest on the lawn
I finally have time to see you, sunshine.
To really speak to you, not just my angry platitudes
But you’ve already gone–lost somewhere in time
Between mad dashes inside
and slipping between tents
it seems I’ve been brushed aside.
I don’t mind, you’ve got your folks
a home, a life, a wife
what of me? I’m but a ghost.
(Where no one can see you cry)
(to the forest, to be with the trees)
where the only sound is me.