i wonder what rests upon a sunsets shoulders,
wonder if
every day
it wages a losing battle against the
movement of the planet,
if every night,
screaming and still fighting
it is dragged into darkness
and the next morning,
it becomes reborn
only to drown again at dusk?
how pointless that sunset
how absurd it’s rise and fall
but,
when it does sink
slowly into seawater
or is devoured by montain ranges
or simply falls from the edge of the earth
it does rise, and can you blame it,
what else is it to do?