Rakuli

Sunset

When I was younger I’d stare at the sun and stumble, blind and erratic, for several minutes as I waited for the ghostly imprint to clear from my vision. I grew older, realised that there are some things too powerful to look upon directly, and no longer tried to out-stare the sun. But it seems that bad habits morph when they don’t grow worse and a picture of you follows me permanently like a watermark on my image of the world. I try not to look at it directly but all too often I let my attention waver and focus on you, making my thoughts stumble, blind and erratic. I try to clear you from my mind but with the effort comes the feeling that I am pushing away my sun. And when I can see again, it is in the gloom of eternal twilight.