A GIFT FROM THE RISING SUN

In the east
in the early morning
it seemed as if the sun
was striving to break through
the hovering gray clouds
and could not part them –
could only make the sky
a little brighter.

A spot of gold appeared –
but very dim and fading –
then reappearing.

It seemed suggesting
that sometimes it’s hard to rise –
that the sun can emulate
some folks I know
who do not easily
rise and shine.

They bide their time
then slowly join the human race.

That’s how
the sun appeared to me that day –
its gift to me a metaphor
for folks I love.

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