A channel of light shines through the window
onto the floorboards.
Gladly, I have moved the armchair to sit in the sun
with my feet on the Kashmir cushions.
The radio’s on, playing Classical.
The host mentioned Mozart, his voice strained
above clapping in a hall. Must be the proms.
Luckily, I will enjoy this ray of sun that has travelled
millions of miles through space and atmosphere
till it has slid through a gap between a building and a tree
To create this warm lucky spot, right here, for only a few minutes
before the earth shifts a bit more.
And then sun disappears from this lucky spot in my living room
till next time, next year.
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