Locked In On Sunshine #Poetry

locked in on sunshine

forgot the day was beautiful

clamped inside like a turtle

that hides in his shell

I cast away the chance to ride 

alongside the butterfly flying 

and the pelican gliding low 

to the shore, planing the surface 

for a delectable score.

I cast aside on purpose, the beauty 

of the tide, to lap up the sun 

and hold it close to my tight cheek, 

hopeful to rest free, the tightness

that resides between my brows and teeth,

a pointed tip of concern to get all this shit done

fragile in heat, in quicksand I run,

I retreat, I cast away the belief 

of the day, that more of the sun’s begging rays

call to me, to play with promise,

without delay, stricken without purpose 

like a fricken- viral virus, 

waiting it out to receive the call, the call

to hither, to yonder, to run for the vaccine gun,

in quest of life lived without purpose

and fear, to get locked in on sunshine, 

on a day that holds everyday in captive repeat,

I release like the butterfly from hand to free hand,

to freedom sweet freedom, oh’ to sing like the free

locked out of fear of a virus sinking down,

sinking down like the sun, 

sinking down on me.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo credit- https://www.pexels.com/photo/tall-building-near-trees-1798687/

#Poetry #Freeverse #Sunshine

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