Change of Shift

After days of rain,
the sun shows up
through the kitchen window.
Knuckles, show white,
grip a mug of tea.
Untouched bread and dripping
sits solid, silent.
With bowed head,
the sun plays on my neck.

I just want to be.
Stay here forever.
But.

I hear the tick tock.
the gates slam,
the heavy steps
of shuffling feet.
Then the mournful wail
hailing the change of shift.
Calling us back, away
from our surface life.

I just want to be.
Stay in this sun filled world.
Forever.