Searching for the Sun
This poem has been writing itself for a few months…. I could elaborate and reflect—but, for now, I’d like the words to speak for themselves. May you find your sun☀️ —EB Searching I used to search for the sun Under rocks, And In the craggy crevices of the earth. I’d peer through the branches of trees Hoping for a glisten, Longing for dancing light upon my skin… And warmth upon my face. Until one day, I heard a comforting whisper in the swaying grass. It echoed through the trunk of a Maple tree, And pierced my ears as I turned my face toward the wind. It said, “Silly girl…You can stop searching now. You’ve looked high and low, Under rocks and at the tops of trees, And the entire time, you did not see your own shadow cast across the earth. The sun And its glistening golden rays… They have always been there Resting their head on your shoulder Shimmering outward with the beating of your own heart. They have warmed your face and your hands and your to...