Through the big bay window in my bedroom,
sun-light shimmers,
filtered through gauzy cotton curtains
onto window seat cushions.
Through my west-east-south facing
back bedroom bay window
rainbows float across the berber carpet,
climb to my bed,
bathe me in techno-color dots,
a geometry of hues.

Still,
midst all this light,
the sun is always setting west,
below the tree line,
and soon only shadows show,
flow across the lawn
to the big bay window of my bedroom,
(where the east rising sun
has only always ever brought me morning.)
Now, only shadows show
on the darkening carpet,
seeping up to where my blanket covers me.
I feel the heavy weighted doze
wash over me.
My eyes close.
Restless-tossing-waiting done.
Sleep has come.
Another sun’s uncertain.
All is night.