One Warm Sunny Day

One warm, sunny day
on a cold, snowy night,
the inky-black darkness
was sunny and bright.

The evening that morning–
that midnight at noon–
was late in December,
one April in June.

I stood where I sat
as I ran, lying still,
deep down in a valley
on top of a hill.

The people beside me
were nowhere around.
The birds in the sky were
all deep underground.

The fish in the tree
were asleep in their nest,
and watched the sun set
as it rose in the west.

Yes, that’s what I saw
when my eyes were closed tight,
one warm, sunny day
on a cold, snowy night.

–Kenn Nesbitt

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