WORRYING

The old days
(way back when I had a previous life)
my friends and I used to wonder why
the sun behaved in a way that scared us.

In the middle of summer
when we thought we all might melt
the sun stopped creeping north
and we were again saved from catastrophe.

And in the middle of winter
when the cold seemed relentless
we eventually saw signs that the sun
would expand its light
and the dark forces
soon would be smitten.

We don’t worry about those things any more
but we have enough to worry about.

And, we’re pretty good at worrying.

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