I was at the pond one day, feeding the fish, under
the hot sun. When clouds have a conversation
with the sun. A cool wave of air touches my
fingers and toes. The fish swim down to the
bottom of the river.
I was at the dinner table one night, eating
the fat fish I caught, under the stars, the only
things lighting the sky. When the lights
shut off and flickered. My family rushed to their
bedrooms, scared and worried. Even me, the bravest
of the group, put down my fish liver.
I was in my bedroom one morning, staring
at my light switch. “What am I going to do
in this hatred?” I thought. So I went to my
window and spread out my curtains.
My next trip was to flip up the light switch.
I was at my desk one afternoon, thinking
about my math, when it started sprinkling.
“Anything but rain,” I moaned. Suddenly,
it started to storm with thunder and
lightning partnering together. Maybe the Sun
and Moon now switch.