More Weight

Sunlight plays into my waiting pupils -
A school of eyes blank, unseeing, open wide,
Receiving a tender caress and a warm embrace.

The lingering miasma soon dissipates;
The sun is left to beat a tattoo on a blank board,
Stifling without the comfort of the shade.

Shielding my eyes from the glare,
I traverse vibrant desert places,
Seeking shadows and knowing
That if the day does not kill me, the night will.