Sunburn

I'm sitting here on my bed
nursing the wounds of a day in the sun.
Wishing that this solar source
had charred these inner injuries I've not been able to forgive.
I crave a oneness with a peace I've only dreamed of creating.

The sky is a muddle of gray, wanting also
to release its burden of guilt.
If only we would work together,
This man and I, we could rid the world of more than one scar.
07-19-02