Taking Stock

Taking Stock

I can’t remember
was this the afternoon the
sun obscured my view?
was this the time I
needed to shade my eyes
with the flat of my hand?

some evenings I brace
myself for sol’s onslaught;
moving to another chair
would be too simple
instead, I squint and grumble
while sipping Merlot.

but I’m almost certain
that clouds obstructed
the rays yesterday,
and left me in peace
for once.