Every day this happens:
we rotate into light.

Light meets a band of earth,
drapes itself simultaneously
across grass and waves and trash cans,
awnings and snow and mango trees,
gas pumps and basketball courts
and steeples and iguanas,
gravestones and quarries
and billboards and skin.

We say of this,
"The sun has risen."

Every day this happens,
all over the world,
for all of our lives.