concentrating on the sun

it's really hot and sometimes
she just wants to lie down and look at the scorching light and
inhale the sharp air that isn't even summer anymore
it's just there now that she's used to it
and anything that moves is really lazy because
it's hard work laying here in the
sunshine
(it's the divine and perfect and therefore very annoying kind that makes you want to stare at it and run
            away at the same time)
anyway anything that moves really doesn't hold a candle to her
concentration on the sun
even though you or i would walk by and not look twice
and the beating blue sky and the tumble of the achingly bright leaves on those tall trees are lost on us
and we do not know
what we are seeing