Facing the Sun

There isn’t a face among us
that could go unnoticed
although it is in our interest
to best ourselves with wit
or understated mayhem as in
the winter spent underneath glass
as weather permits, turning
off the light switch to get
a handle on the concavity
of the room. I was waiting
for a moment or two, before
the sun became diminished
by the direction of our eyes,
lifted for a second to train
stars to shine brighter, as
if there could be any resemblance
between a face looking to the heavens
and faces met in glance upon the earth.
If you’ll excuse me I have to wash the chance
out of my eyes. There, that’s better.