PIANO KEYS THAT ONLY PLAY A MOONLIGHT SONATA

It isn’t an easy job –
following the sun.
Some people don’t do it,
they prefer not to.
They get up late,
go to bed late.

They let the sun
get on
with what it has to do.

Like words dropped in dust
or piano keys
that only play a moonlight sonata,
they choose the dark panels
on which to draw their lives.
But me,
I follow the sun.
I rise with it
and then chase it shamelessly.

On fast days
it leaves me
saying things like
‘will you look at the time,
I don’t know where the day’s gone.’

On slow days
it can’t move fast enough,
hovering and stalling in the sky
like a drunk relative,
prolonging an altogether
forgettable experience.

And what’s crazy is the sun
doesn’t even move!
It’s just me,
spinning on my axis
from one moment
to the next,
hoping to catch more of the happier ones
and leave the sad ones
far behind.