The sun rises over the ridge, A great ball of yellow fire. I see it pretty late these days, Around 7AM. I’m more of a summer sun-- Waking up long before today’s dawn. I should try to sleep in later, Since I have no job or class to tend to. My only job today is to recover. It’s been about a month since I came home from the hospital. I still feel lost. Will I always feel lost? Maybe if I sleep more, I’ll feel like I know where I am Like the sun knows where it is And where it’s going, Always rising in the east And setting in the west. I’m trying to be like the sun, So I’m going to go climb Up and over that ridge Every day Until I run out of energy.