Light Discussion

 Freedom means choosing your light,
 picking which part of the day means most,
 rising with mourning doves and dew,
 or celebrating the moon’s evolution.
  
 What becomes of the sunrise, 
 you writers already know:
 Daytime. Clockwork. Clouds and showers,
 temperatures based on the Earth’s hot moods.
  
 Evening feels so much smoother, 
 starlight beaming you in,
 moving you closer to temperamental sun
 closing its tired eyes. 
  
 “I’m so unappreciated,” sun says. 
 “Look at these stupid owls,
 penning their thoughts in darkness.
 Hoping for immortality.
 Why did they not choose me?”
  
 “You were too bright,” says moon.
 “Burning the world for hours, 
 reddening their aging skin, 
 drying their silvering hair. 
 They need soft showers of blackness, 
 restorative shadow and cover, 
 permission to eventually sleep.”
  
 “Okay,” sun sighs. “I’m beaten for now.
 But remember this my friends:
 I’ll ignite the sky again at dawn,
 rouse you from every influence,
 get you up and move you.
 Because that is how nature works,
 and I am the bringer of brightness.
 See you in morning.” 
  
By Katherine Gotthardt  
based on writing prompts by Kerry Molina