Introduction

I’ve made a habit of laying in the sun. It started when I was young, when I’d go outside and find a patch on my parents’ lawn that wasn’t shaded by any trees or buildings and lay down there, letting the warmth soak into me. The grass would tickle my back until it felt like it was really made from goose feathers or something soft and feathery like that. Sometimes bugs would bump into me as they scurried across the ground trying to get away from something else with wings. Sometimes those little guys were so cute! But most of all, I liked how warm it was against my skin and how nice it felt when I closed my eyes and thought about nothing but the sun on my face while slowly drifting off into sleep–

I’ve noticed how much time I spend

I’ve noticed how much time I spend looking for the brightest spot in the room, and when I find it, turning my back to it. If you ask me about this, I’ll say that my skin is sensitive and will burn in the sun. But there’s a part of me that still wants to bask in its warmth—a part that wants to feel what it’s like to be a leaf at the top of a tree or grass underfoot on an autumn day.

I want to know what life would be like if we lived closer together—if our houses were built closer together so we could share resources and see each other more often; if our cities were small enough so every person had their own plot of land; if we had no choice but to live close together because there wasn’t enough space for everyone else out there alone on their own plots without anyone else around them all day long every single night while they sleep at night before they wake up again tomorrow morning never ever seeing another soul except maybe once every few days maybe weeks months years centuries millennia eons infinitesimally beyond infinity into forever (or at least until long after all life ends)

with my back to the sun.

The sun is the source of all life on Earth. It’s also a potent source of death. The sun is massive, and it can kill you if you’re not careful. Even though it gives us life and energy, it’s also the cause behind skin cancer and blindness—and that’s just the short list of what can happen when you don’t take proper precautions while spending time in its presence!

If you’re going to bask in its glory, be sure to protect yourself from harmful UV rays by wearing sunscreen and/or protective clothing whenever possible. And remember: never stare directly at my radiant face without first applying eye protection!

Whenever I go outside,

Whenever I go outside,

I am not hiding from the sun.

I am not hiding from anyone.

I am not hiding from myself.

I am not hiding from my feelings.

I am not hiding from my thoughts.

I search for the brightest place

As you walk along the beach, you scan for the brightest place. You’re looking for a spot that will make you feel like you’re glowing. You find it and lay down in the sun. Now, as long as no one disturbs your peace, all is good and well!

and turn my back to it.

While laying in the sun, turn your back to it.

This is a metaphor for turning away from the truth. The sun is representative of God, enlightenment and knowledge.

I like the warmth on my shoulders,

If you were to ask me what my favorite season is, I’d probably say summer. The sun makes me happy and warm, and I like the heat. When it’s sunny outside and I’m laying in a patch of grass with a good book? Perfection!

I like the warmth on my shoulders as I sit in front of an open window on a crisp fall morning, or when I pull down the car visor mirror on a hot summer night to check for signs of sweat before going into work. And nothing brings me more joy than laying out under the stars on a clear night where even Saturn is visible from Earth’s surface.

and the explanations people have offered–

Some say we turned away from the sun because we were scared and wanted to keep an eye on each other. Others claim that facing it would make us go blind. All these explanations seem plausible.

I think there’s an even simpler explanation of why we don’t look directly at the sun anymore: “We can’t.”

we turned away from the sun because we were scared;

We turned away from the sun because we were scared.

We turned away from the sun because we wanted to keep an eye on each other.

We turned away from the sun because facing it would make us go blind

we turned away from the sun because we wanted to keep an eye on each other;

The sun is a god in many cultures. It is a symbol of power and authority, life, fertility and renewal – all the things that we want to be. The sun can also represent the self: its rays represent our own personal energy field. When you are looking at the sun, it feels as though you are looking into your own soul.

In this way, by turning away from the sun we were actually turning away from ourselves. We were essentially saying “I am not worthy” or “I am afraid of myself” or even “I am ashamed of my true nature/identity”

But why would we turn away from ourselves?

we turned away from the sun because facing it would make us go blind–seem plausible,

In this section, you’ll learn about the sun. It’s too bright, and it makes us go blind. The sun is a powerful thing and can make people go blind from looking at it for too long. If a person looks at the sun directly for more than a few seconds, they will burn their eyes and go blind permanently (or at least until they die).

feel right, but they aren’t at all what I’m doing.

Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy the feeling of laying in the sun. The warmth on my skin feels great, and I don’t mind looking at it—but that’s all it is: a feeling. It isn’t who I am or what I’m doing.

I’m not scared of the sun either. It can be dangerous if you’re not careful (and even then, only to your eyes), but when you know how to avoid accidents like that there’s no reason to fear it at all!

And I’m certainly not keeping an eye on anyone while laying out here—why would I do such a thing? There’s nothing suspicious going on anywhere near me anyway! And besides…

A poem about a poem

A poem about a poem

A poem about a poem is like a piano walkin’ through the park.

It’s like a bike with no tires and no spokes, but it still rolls.

It’s like an umbrella that folds up into your pocket.

It’s like an orange with no peels or seeds inside it at all,

and when you bite into it all your teeth fall out because there’s nothing left to hold them on!

Conclusion

This poem is about a poem that I wrote. It’s not even the most important thing to me right now, but it was an interesting experience and I thought I’d share it with you all.