Sometimes, When It’s Thundering

Sun disseminates its rays so lazily

today it doesn’t seem to want

to fade away: surveys the afternoon

for longer than it savored yesterday’s,

perhaps to gaze in mild curiosity

as Summer Solstice beckons light

to stay, create the longest day,

and make the night obey to go away

more quickly than it had before,

less quickly it would tomorrow. Years

appear to wield their less and more,

their loss and gain dispassionately –

shield what they might feel beneath

and won’t betray: no trace of boredom,

joy or sorrow – won’t exalt success

nor get depressed at blundering.

But sometimes when it’s thundering,

we cannot keep from wondering.

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