I watch the ticking progression of the sun creeping back overhead,
marking its progress with chalk on the sidewalk along my way
and loosening the envy of those walking west or east on my return;
soon the sunlight will once again bathe my comings and goings,
and like a reborn tree I’ll stretch my leaves to that ancient face.
Soon I’ll catch the sun waking in the morning and greet her
before she dips her toe on the horizon and turns for the day.
Feeding my addiction, the color bleeds in under the black night,
and with a nod I wish the day farewell, anxious for the next
to break free with absorbent vibrancy and another notch of saturation,
anxious for walks in twilight so your first steps won’t go unnoticed.