Her polished paw waves at a
diminishing morning sun,
slowing her solar-powered arm
to arrhythmic ticking.
Absent a circadian rhythm,
her movement synchronizes solely
with the passing arc of the sun—
unaffected by the artificial
lights of computer screens,
fluorescent bulbs or LED lights,
by colors of blue tones or red,
amber or yellow. She is
impassive to vapors of
fresh-brewed coffee, doesn’t struggle
to fall asleep at night
battling the last dregs of caffeine.
Every day she waits at the
same east-facing window
for a sun that wakes just for her
and happily, she waves a paw.