We can't claim
the sunny days
arms stretching upward
sunflower gangly tall
up up up into the sky,
into the heart of the heat
into the white beat
of our corner of the stars
just skip a little,
a step,
a bound,
push against a boundary of joy.
We can't claim
can only lift our faces,
open ourselves wide,
unfurled across the day,
a banner,
a clamourous trumpet blown.
This moment isn't mine
this moment is.