Writing In the Sun

Vitamin D is greeting me with her presence. I feel loved, cherished, honored by her mother, Sun. I am sitting outside an Italian restaurant Waiting for a friend. She has a schedule; I do not. I am thirty minutes early on purpose. My pen is glad; he has been aching to write something. He has been sad for I have typed so many poems lately. He has been lonely, feeling useful in the bottom of a messy purse. The sun showers me with joyfulness. If there is a lovelier place in the universe today I have not found it, nor could I imagine it. My freckled arms are feeling toasty. It is eighty degrees. I write my heart onto a page.