Things I Have Learned

The sunlight does not
veil me.
Instead its secret
cascades gently into my veranda:
“Be aware of this skin
that traps the pining spirit.”
A burst of this warmth
slopes down my eyelid like
long rickety fingertips
merging with that feeling of
television-static
all around my nostrils,
sliding slow like
thick poured honey.

What I learn are spun
from the garden of the sun.