Just as the sun rises
Ever so slowly over the horizon,
So I will proceed.
Beautifully.
Unhurried.
Steady.
And loyal to my desires.
As the sun
Makes its way across the sky
Every day
No matter the weather,
I will live.
Steady.
Predictable.
Beautiful.
I will shine,
Even when storms
Block my light.
I will rise.
I will set.
No matter
The state of things.
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I’m reading Jennifer Louden’s book, Why Bother? In one of the journal reflection prompts, she asks: “Are you tempted to raise the bar on yourself and impersonate a robot or a cyborg? Can you look to nature for something else to emulate?” Reflecting on this question, I saw the gentleness of the sun’s path across our sky. It’s predictable, we can trust in it, and yet it’s also beautiful and peaceful; not robotic at all. This insight prompted me to write the short poem below about how to live like the sun rather than a machine.
Image credit: “Great Salt Lake #57“ by KellyB. is licensed under CC BY 2.0.