Waiting for the Sun

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

—Hello  Kitty,

and happily, she waves a paw.



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