The Treachery of the Sun

thunder above, fire below

Montreal Sunrise, 12 February 2025 — photo by the poet

The treachery of the sun
rising over the railroad tracks
and the gravel and scraped snow
of seven in the morning
is that it casts a thought of warmth
across the dismal train station
and infuses the blue sky
with the feeling of spring coming
even as the bitter cold
makes your eyes begin to weep
and the winter storm announcement
makes tomorrow and tomorrow
and its promises to keep
increasingly impossible.
Now the train is late as well
and commuters have arrived
for the next train, causing this one's
cargo of lives to strain and swell.
We're all in this together,
though, it seems, and we will get there,
wherever "there" is and how
long it takes to gather up 
the remnants of our intentions
with our shadows and inventions.

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