Here comes the sun
Shiva didn't inhale in the night so
here i am
waiting for the sun to clear the horizon
waiting to see what the day brings.
An overture of possibilities
a cacophony of calamities
or a mundane plod.
Maybe the christ will climb down from his bare tree today
And make these daydreams go away
Maybe the sun will implode, explode, or disappear.
Or maybe I'll just go to work.