I want the Sun
Because I pretend to believe
that if I held it
in my hands
it would turn my fingers golden.
And so I am reaching up
with outstretched hands
I still pretend to believe
the sun is the perfect round ball
from childhood drawings.
I stand somewhere
in the color spectrum
my eyes big with looking
my body stretched in hope
And if you tilt your head just right
and squint your eyes
you can see me there.
And if you have ever seen the sun
you will understand
why I pretend to believe
I will reach it.