From Ted Kooser's Winter Morning Walks: one hundred postcards to Jim Harrison.
Clear and cool.
I have been sitting here resting after my morning stroll, and the sun
in its soft yellow work gloves
has come in through the window
and is feeling around on the opposite wall,
looking for me, having seen me
cheerfully walking along the road
just as it rose, having followed me home
to see what I have to be happy about.