Six days of the week,
The sun rises once.
On Tuesdays, though,
The sun rises twice.

You work that day
At the Senior Care Center.
Each Tuesday morning,
My darkness lifts.

The moment I see you,
A second sun clears
My horizon of night –
For today, I feel alive.

Your welcoming smile,
Your near-giddy voice,
Your lustrous eyes,
Issue a galaxy’s fill
Of ten billion suns.

Then six long days
Of total eclipse.
When on Tuesdays, I return,
You are there –
If just for today,
The sun rises twice.