How lucky is the sunshine
That it never doubts

Never questions itself
"Should I rise in the morning?"
"Should I set in the afternoon?:"

How fortunate
The sunshine

That it does not query
The wisdom of its actions

"Perhaps I should stay longer in the winter?"
"What about if I encircle the sky more quickly in the summer?"

What a relief it is
For the sunshine to have no dilemmas

"Why must I go on in this monotonous life of mine?"
"Who shines upon me as I do upon the others?"
Or maybe it does
The sunshine

Questions

Queries

Poses a dilemma

But has no answers

So it continues doing what it does
While it doubts

Day after day
Life after life

And nobody knows
That behind the solid face

Behind the rhythmic proud
Walk in the sky

There lies an excruciating mind
Hiding in a yellow mask

Smiling to us
Without even a hint

Of the question mark
On which it stands.

Yoav J. Tenembaum

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Originally published in the Spring & Summer 2003 edition of Promise (printed edition).

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