The Sun is Always Shining

Look out

ahead

It’s a mountain you have to climb.

Just kidding.

It’s a mole hill.

Blow a kiss

Clouds goodbye

What is left? sunshine

Winter’s threat, cold and harsh

A flirtatious

shove

to the rain and wet

What is left? sunshine

Wind biting at your buttons, pounding at your door

causing such a fuss

Raise your chancla, and whisper that’s

خَلَاص

khalas

What is left? Sunshine

You need the cold, the wind, the wet

But don’t let it fool you

The sun is always close, even when it’s set

That mountain, in the light of day

just a mole hill

a story, in your pocket kept.