May #9

Early morning Sunday
watching the sun rise
and I am all afever with the joy of it
the life that I can feel
springing
deep within my bones.
I want to dance in the upcoming sunlight,
celebrate the glory of it
with all my being,
and I hear the birds calling to me
as I stand at your kitchen sink
and contemplate tea.
I can feel the powers
of the universe that I believe in
pulling at my heart,
calling me to join,
but I will not, not tonight,
for it is far past bedtime
and far too cold
and you are far too alone upstairs
unaware of my desertion.
No, I will return to thee,
my love,
and bring down the sun some other day.