It is the middle of a sunny summer day
I am running down the stairs
quickly and excitedly, with my neighbours following me.
We all want to see the Sun
It just fell down in the front yard
I saw it coming down like an overripe cantaloupe,
staining the sky with sticky, succulent golden juices.
There it is,
lying on the ground,
a giant orange, trampling the grass it landed on,
squirting its warm essence all over our bodies.
The neighbourhood dogs are running around,
barking at this strange visitor.
I approach it warily. I touch it.
It is warm and beautiful,
glistening in the mid-noon light.
I remember well the feelings of amazement, incredulity,
inexplicable joy overwhelming me
and the comical expressions of confusion
on the faces
of my neighbours.
WILDsound Festival 