Because of the Sun

The sun rose.
The sun set.
Another day has passed.

She lay in bed,
writing a simple poem,
about the sunrise
about the sunset.

She wrote that she loved it
She wrote that she liked it
She wrote that all down.

The bed knows her body
day in and day out.
She never leaves the bed
day or night.

She lays in her bed
watching out the window,
wondering at the faithfulness of the sun.

She never knew anything more faithful
than the sun:
not her mother,
not her father,
not her brother,
nor her lover.

She wakes because of the sun.
She sleeps because of the sun.

Only thing: She's dreaming.