Quiet, Sun!

Twiglets “quiet sun”

In that great cauldron of a sky
the sun boils and burbles
like a thick porridge.
I think of Goldilocks
dipping her spoon into its dense
sludgy matter, taking too quick
a bite and proclaiming “Too hot!”
or maybe Oliver Twist’s piteous
“Please, sir, I want some more.”
Sol being indifference just shrugs
“Beggars can’t be choosers.”
And he and Goldie go away,
hand in hand,
to lament their bad luck.