sunlight

sunlight.
a beautiful confusion of liquids
confusing the senses


time grows these roses
sound the confusion!
is it comfortable in there -
your life, like that -
so crowded by carcinogens?


is it louder than the night crickets,
or the birds in the morning?
do my windows magnify your insides
as they do my outside?
you're not the lion I thought you were;
I will still make you breakfast,
if you don't eat my lambs.
shake those birds out
before you bring the trees in;
draw the curtains.
sunlight!