Man on the Sun
It reaches for the sun.
There is a man on the sun, who reaches downward,
Not to pull you up.
Hold your breath, if you choose.
He will not wait for you.
When you see the sunken city, in the ocean at the end of the street,
Then you will see him.
The lifeguard will talk to his girlfriend, and watch you drown.
He is only human, after all.
When the dinosaurs died out, the man was there.
He killed them for us.
When you read a book, do you start from the end?
Do you read to the beginning?
When he sweats, or aches, will you write his story?
Will you find him important enough?
When his house catches fire, and sinks into the ocean,
Will you be there to mock him quietly?
When your funeral comes, buried beneath the stormy waves,
Will you still reach up to grab his hand?
Underwater is my new kingdom, an island in the sun.
I sit and wait with the man.