The sun sneaks out
its rays slipping behind the clouds
like the footsteps of a thief just ahead of a closing door.
Lights blink to life from concrete towers taking over the horizon
I wonder if they knew they were beacons
to wanderers heading for home.
It’s another day of trees competing against concrete for the light
of the second hand beating the minute hand in yet another race
but the light of day outruns them both in its desertion.
Tomorrow, I wonder if the sun will extend its rays
through my curtain to caress my cheek?
Will I run out to meet it?
Or will I remember it sneaking out on me today?