A Solar Diversion
The sun slants low. Rays point west,
refracting from the roofs of oversized
parked cars on Manor Mount, forcing you
to squint, walking down the slope towards
the station. Preceded by long shadows,
bouncing to the rhythm of their owner’s feet,
you are trailed by your own. The suburbs are
a dancefloor. Commuters outlined by morning
shine. A light fiercer than any nightclub laser.
The dazzling energy of our local star: 93
million miles off, sending warmth and still in full
possession of the unthinking power to obliterate us all.