I
sat and watched a sunset, the red and orange
And
pink and… It covered me. It hurt my eyes.
I
think I even enjoyed it, despite the blindness.
But
it occurred to me; what if this were my last one?
I
worried about whether it was the best I’d ever seen.
I
worried about missing out on better.
I
worried about worrying about sunsets
Because
weren’t sunrises just as important?
So
I vowed to see each one right at its conception.
I
set my alarm and stumbled from my warm bed
Just
to see the sun turning up for a day’s work.
Just
to see the day turning on.
And
then I’d wait all day to see it turning off again.
And
I thought, it’s just a giant light switch and I was
Getting
tired and bored and wondering who stares at a light?
Each
time it wasn’t my last I became a little less
Interested.
The
sun set and it rose and I was still here.
The
sun set and it rose and I wasn’t dead.
So
I stopped setting the alarm, and I stopped watching
The
sun do its thing. Because it was going to do it
Whether
I saw or not. Maybe that’s the thing I was
Supposed
to realise. In the end it doesn’t matter
If
you see the sunrise for the last time,
If
you see the sun set no more – you’ll never know.
ãLisamarie
Lamb 2014
