California’s hazy sky is a thick sherbet
with a yawn of light peek-a-booing through clouds
as the Sun sinks like a golden wafer,
into the syrupy Pacific blue.
Where do you go when you sleep, oh setting Sun?
Do you dream in ocean deep slumber among schools of fish
who twist and swarm as they swiftly tour your lighted path?
There are burly brown sea lions that sneak peaks at oysters
who bolster by slick rocky shores on the bay.
These sea lions liken to the deep sea unfrightened
for they’re not near sharks toothily seeking out prey.
Yellow sleepy Sun, do you dance in the depths where
seaweed arms stretch as waves sway?
The whales below bellow a song saying hello.
Sun, do you bid them adieu?
Or do you sing warm incanting to the urchins in passing
whose stagnancies stubbornly spurn your thrilled play?
They’re simple and still while you still simply kill
time in a dreamland. Oh, where has the time gone today?
Rising, Sun witnesses the world’s vast distances
wondering how long it must stay awake.
To be in a dreamland where beautiful sea life
allows it to see life of the different species, why
on Earth would the Sun need time of day?