it is not because I hung my head.
Sitting plainly, towards the west horizon
my eyes shielded from the star's bright core
by the branch of the tree beside me
We are perfectly in balance, the sun and I
neither too strong or weak, nor
peaking before the earth is ready
But the sun is not satisfied as yet
and sinks slowly, sweetly more
While I, dismissing its eagerness, resist
And raise my head from earth's floor.
Written 2.26.11 @ 8:10 PM