A Good Soak

You have about an hour
Of direct sun left you.
You park yourself in it,

The way you’d position
Yourself in a shower,
To get the best of it,

Ignoring dinner-time
Hunger and setting down
Screens full of books and news.

The world will carry on
Or maybe it will end.
In the meantime you’ll watch shades

Forecast the Earth’s shadow
And haunt sun-warmed meadow.