Shadow of Metaphysical Trees
Home solar panels,
motionless naked black rectangles,
sunbathe on my slanted roof.
Embracing the daytime sky without arms.
Holding on to what has no tangible bodily form.
Invisible rays of sunlight do not stand still,
flying at 186,000 miles per second.
Invited mute energy enters my home.
I cook meals on electric burners
from heat gifted to me
from an old friend
living 93 million miles away.
I read books at night
with battery stored sunbeams,
silently released into an antique lamp.
This gift requires no burning.
No release of greenhouse carbon dioxide.
The science of sunshine kilowatts
lessens my dirty shoes carbon footprint
left on the spinning earth.
Outdoors, I am welcomed
to plant a shadow of metaphysical trees.
Makes me happy, even on a cloudy day,
when daylight is barely seen.
Silent solar energy still quietly footsteps
from that fitted hat perched on the top of my home
or whispers the secret of sunbeams
hidden in the battery resting on the garage wall.
My home’s reaching fingertips gently touch
the center of our solar system.
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David Lipsitz has been writing poetry for over fifty years. His poems have appeared most recently in Big Windows Review, Book of Matches, Uppagus, and Washington Square Review. His chapbook, Illusions on the Road, was published by Bragdon Books.
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