The Angle of Isolation

When the sun lights you alone,
You tiniest possible,
Almost, location, shining,

Thanks to the favorable
Inclination of the Earth
And a few tricks with the clouds,

And there you are, seen for once
As you imagine yourself,
Pinned, a genuine center

To all dimmer surroundings,
What can you do with yourself,
Except maybe strike a pose?

Lit up like that, you can’t move.
Any step you take, you’d lose.