Sunlight is simplest
At the canyon's deepest.
It comes. It goes. It comes. It goes.
Just like that. No secrets.
Our light is slightly more complex,
Crossing the mesa west.
It's hard and bright. It lingers.
It wanders, unimpressed.
It presses our world flat,
A copper sheet ironed, a dress.
Then it leaves us, just like that,
After all, nothing left.