NaPoWriMo #11: At times I have felt like a hair on a hammer

‘Time is the fire in which we burn.’
—Delmore Schwartz

A weight is lifted.
The earth is round.
The earth is full.
The moon is high and bright.
It lights my way
when the sun is hidden from me.

The sun is a mystery.
The sun is my enemy.
The sun is too bright.
It burns and blinds me and
it cooks me where I stand.