We interrupt

We interrupt
your regularly
scheduled day
to report
the mackeral sky
is illuminated by a sun
that has not
yet arrived,
but is progressing
at impossible speed
along the planet's surface.
The coral, teal,
and gray hues
remind some observers
of their families
or of a childhood home
and a late spring
day just before
school vacation
was to begin,
when the boy or girl
in the fourth grade
produced a shy kiss
from an interior pocket
which also held
licorice whips and the chains
of cherry-flavored
Luden cough drops,
stuck together
like carbon atoms
attempting to form anthracite
which will color the sky
at evening
when you reflect on
the nature of this kiss
and all that it bodes
for an unimagined future.
We return you now
to your daily activities,
already in progress.