Today is Out of My Hands

Today the sun rises in the east
like a ball being served
at a giant’s tennis match.
The shadow of the sun spins
and rotates into the distance.

It disappears
over the next hill where
I cannot see it anymore.

What do these shadows
have for my today?
Will there be happiness?
It is all out of my hands.
I am not playing in the
giant’s tennis match.

The ball has been served.

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