I sleep facing the horizon,
facing the point where the sun makes
entry into my day, seen or
unseen. And this day I awoke
with sunwarm kissing my skin; a first
for this year, this miserable year.
I sleep parallel to the river,
we both look to the morning skies,
share a moment of sublime joy
on this day, this day of the clear blue,
and the fierce heat of June sparkle.
Sun makes the first move, heading west,
south westerly west, while I pause
in the ritual preparations
before my own migration east,
north easterly east, as we both
cross the river, x over the river,
heading our separate ways, but
never leaving; never leaving,
leaving the river.