The Sun Went Around Again

Familiar sun spots from sky lights

march across the floor.

I move a curtain, turn on a fan,

like every other day before.

Entertained by the nerves in patterns

on a screen, with images blown out

of proportion to create the story line.

This can’t really be what’s happening

in the world, but let’s pretend and go 

along with it.

Meanwhile the world spinning out loud

could care less about the big day.