Solar Stealth – A Poem by Joan McNerney

When yesterday
was sunny I thought
about putting out bowls
to store that sparkle.

Then I supposed it might
be best to use jars with
caps so this glow
could not evaporate.

Ended up with every
one of my windowsills
covered with cups
topped by saucers.

At rest at night
night black as obsidian
night full of dreams
of tropical seacoasts.

I woke up with eyes
clouded by sleep stumbling
to the window… just
another gray day.

What happened to
my cups of warmth?
Did some scalawag
guzzle up my sunshine?