Poetry: Greeting The Sun

Greeting the Sun

 

With bong rips and beers

In pajamas with Netflix fired up on the screen

 

A beautiful and loving wife in bed snoring

An annoying cat asking to be fed again, and again…

Along with the neighbor staring into my apartment window

 

Out in the yard:

 

The rain has stopped

And the zombie girl eating a severed hand and the ghost 

Hanging from a tree are all soaked wet and dripping 

 

Cardboard tombstones bleed 

Black magic marker scrawling

 

I greet the sun to come

 

4:05 a.m.

And counting

 

Soon enough, maybe a beer or two more

 

I greet the sun, because

 

As small as I am in the universe 

I’m still attracted to warmth

 

And the house waking up

 

Halloween Morning October 31^st, 2024

Jonathan Hayes lives in Oakland, California.