The largest cymbal in the day’s dance band,
Sun beams love at us, proud to empower
life even when most silent and hidden.
We who dream like cats in its beams grumble
but follow them window to window, cha-
cha-cha-ing to keep up with the spotlight.
How do we look from a distance? we ask,
but no answers come from the ensemble
busy attending to its conductor.
Does Sun lead? Who cues the sun? we wonder.
Performance speeds on number to number.
Written for my prompt
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast