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.