2004/glaring

The sun pushes
against the morning
clouds,
a glaring haze.
I feel the sense
of threat,
that says I should
hurry to walk.
The sun here
can be so vicious.
I drive in hats,
walk in hats.
Close curtains and
shades, feeling
anxious and afraid.
People buy beach bags,
advertisers promote
charcoal briquettes.
I pray to go north
to the shade.

4/17/04