The sun rips night's

black bedsheet,

flexing his fiery muscle, above,

lifting the world into daylight--

a new rep, same exercise,

every day the sun rises, he pulls

more and more people up,

out of bed and out of darkness.

Greet him with a smile or a curse,

God's muscle-bound emissary

drags you, me into the light again--

eyes open, or eyes shut.