Sunshine soaks
every single
surface
of
this life
I can attest
that it is
even there
at night
gleaming from
behind the moon
reflected in
condensation
refracted through
stained glass
winking at
precipitation
I become

a sponge
when I spot it
from the corner of
my eye
I slather it on
my pale forearms
and smile as I
sigh
it enters and it

paints
every face
a shade brighter
it shines and it
sews
every morning
a thread tighter
it leaps and it
spurs
every spirit
a beat higher
until the world around
is bathed
in yellow
rays
of
light