October Sun

October Sun

The morning sun. The coffee shop.

October—it's the time

When Sol arises later to

Commence his daily climb.

The windows in the coffee shop—

The floor-to-ceiling kind—

Are useless in the solar wars:

I've learned, and I'm resigned

To early-morning punishment—

The laser-flares of sun

That find my eyes where I am perched

To blast and blind and stun.

It doesn't last so very long—

Shy of eternity—

But it's sufficient, every day,

To overmatch wee me.

I turn away; I shift my seat

Until the earth moves on

In its diurnal journey toward

The night from early dawn.

So patience is the weapon that

Defeats insistent light

As we ourselves are journeying

Toward the final night.

It takes us years to learn hard truth

(Is there another kind?):

The light that paints the earth each day

Can dazzle—also blind.

 With my winnings out in Vegas

Paid for bling attached to tragus.

Shakespeare Couplet:  Romeo and Juliet (16)

“I talk of dreams,” Mercurio then declares,

So unaware of imminent despairs. (1.4)