Sunrise 14 September - Randall Barlow
The Watcher’s solitary vigil,
Like that of ancient Uatu on the moon
Is purposed simply to observe and notice,
Reflect and ponder,
Perhaps to pray and learn.
A sense of timelessness penetrates
The vigil in the tower.
The rising sun itself,
The only marker of the march of time.
The people of the city begin to rise
Alarm clocks and radios and coffee
Urge them out upon their path.
Workers, students, travellers
Enter out upon the day.
Above these impressions of individual energy
The Watcher notices life itself.
Life in industrious application,
Or even just wandering about,
Is still governed by sunlight
Just as it was millennia ago.