The Sun by Stephen Roche

The backdrop of the sun

Is like art to me, but I

Don’t know much about it.

Down behind the mountains

It goes to sleep another night.

Warmth I’ll hold until tomorrow.

The backdrop of the sun

Does not return to the sky

And we below are lost.

And no matter how far

I walk behind the mountain,

I’ll never find where it went.

Stephen Roche lives in Tralee, Ireland. He studies Creative Writing at the Institute of Technology, Tralee, and is currently on a 3 month Internship with a local online news outlet. He has previously been published in Three Line Poetry, Haiku Journal and The Literary Commune.