The sun shines through the gap in the curtains
I don’t want it to shine on me right now
So I adjust them, stop it coming in
That blinding light, heated by the window
Is off-putting, and it doesn’t allow
For concentration or relaxation
Sun in the eyes…It takes me back somehow
To the seventies and the years beyond
I used to lie facing the sky, my hand
Over my eyes, gaps between fingers, thin
Gaps that admitted orange light, a hue
I admired, proud of altering the sun
Filtering nature to meet my demands…
Through the curtain, a paler sun sinks low
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