The Sun

The Sun steps out

From behind the ornate, gray and white clouds

With fanfare and trumpet song

The bright, golden rays hit me

Like the warm water spray

Of my five am shower

I close my eyes

And gratefully soak it in

Clean, calming sunshine

I take a deep, satisfied breath

But on the exhale

My warped, disloyal brain

Fixes on my lack of sunscreen

And the ominous possibilities