in real time

a day comes
when you don’t walk
by the sea
despite the lovely air of May

but go back
to the hotel
to sleep all afternoon
in a room gorging on sun

a time comes
when you don’t jump up
to dance

but watch from a corner
as couples sway like wheat in the field

I bow down before that sun
whose light forebodes me

I bow down
in sombre accord with the sun
who permits no guesswork

pointing out
with characteristic clarity
the silhouette shape of days to come

where I occupy the sidelines
am older but no wiser
a shadow of my former self

thanks above all to
(take a bow!)
the sun!