All Summer In A Day

a reflection on the short story of the same title by Ray Bradbury

I stood where the sun was like an orange.

I remembered oranges. Eating the sun.

the scent of orange blossoms.

how many days on this planet soaked with rain.

our faces greyed in the mirrors of the stars.

I remember the sun. the orange in the corner of the picture

I drew for my mother.

I remember you. I remember how it felt to be locked in the closet

when the sun came pouring through

I could feel it receding I could hear the butterscotched singing

and I wept.

this is a thing I cannot forget.

mary angela douglas 14 october 2020