I’ve come to rely on the sun
The way a child does its mother
So when the clouds move in
And the sun is nowhere to be found
I must trust it will return
And it always does
Flickering before beaming
Filling all shadows with shades of yellow
Orange
Citrus rays skip across the sidewalk
As we stroll
One foot after the other
Hand in hand
The light is in us even when we can’t see it.
