The morning light filters through the lilac bush
Outside my bedroom window
It enters through the panes of glass
Into my room
It has passed through billions of miles of empty space
In about eight minutes time

It has traversed the ionosphere-
The mesosphere-
Stratosphere-
And troposphere-
It has illuminated countless eyes
Before I opened mine

I see the way it makes the glass
Of the window glow like hot-fire
The shadows that it paints
On my walls
I make a rabbit with one hand
And smile

You are out there somwhere and this same sun
Shines upon you
Maybe it warms your shoulder as you
Drink your first cup of coffee
Or forces you to put on your sunglasses
On your way to work
Maybe it reminds you of hot, forgotten summers
Or cold ones spent indoors

You may look at it and think of me
Lying here, playing my hand-shadow game
Or simply count the hours until dark.