He raced behind the trees
Then flattened himself behind the western hills
Smugly content he’d lit the day well.
OK, Star! Go ahead and hide then; leave us to
Deal with the dark and the night’s cold.
I know you’ll be back tomorrow. You always come back
Tomorrow in the early early knowing most us will still be sleeping.
Then, lording it over us from high above,
Unreachable, the star of your own show,
You burn through the long day refusing to answer our entreaties-
For respite. Or shade. Or rain. Then, slinking away behind impossible reds and golds,
Bribing or hypnotizing us, again, you get away.
But you’ll be back tomorrow. You always come back,
tomorrow in the early early.