The sun is in its Ptolemaic orbit, epicyclic,
if I’m not mistaken, and its light is focussed on
the kitchen cupboards. Coffee’s in a capsule
and bread is in a toaster.
The songs of rowdy traffic lorikeets
are mimicking my neighbor yelling at the kids,
and a distant mirror is shattering,
with someone’s cherished image
dissolving in the daylight.
—It will do.
Before the sunrise, I’d waited for the Dream Giver,
and pondered on the indents in the Scrabble board,
on the word wolves and their myopic teeth,
all different, all the same.
When she finally turned up, she apologized
for her tardiness, and told me that her book
of time had been accidentally left out in a storm.
She’d microwaved the soggy remnants,
and discovered that the cosmos would be softer
in the not-too-distant future, with embroidery
and floral cushions; either that, or florid futons.
—Close enough for jazz.
Breakfast is done, and now I’m barefoot
on the patio, where the weathered boards
are curving upwards to the light,
where the bracken clambers up the steps,
and the spiders’ dewdropped threads
spin from tree to tree.
We might decide to watch reality
—a movie show in Centennial Park—
the adequate sun and I,
with actors whispering secrets
that everybody knows,
and sticky ice cream melting.
The world’s imperfect nature,
I don’t care to mention,
and even if a contradiction
—it will do.
cast in order of appearance
the sun herself
the lorikeets mechanical and feathered creations
my neighbor a stranger
the Dream Giver a deity
word wolves dreams with teeth
the actors fictional performers
complaints and questions
The Rain, the Park, and Other Things, by the Cowsills, and other pleasant ‘60s anodynes.
The Ptolemaic system is geocentric, with the earth as its central fixed point. I am unsure of the fixed point’s exact address.
Scrabble is a trademark of Mattel and Hasbro.
the sun sleeps in, a short UHD video made with the VEE, the visual evolution engine. Reduced quality, but best viewed in 4K/full screen.