Rays

I will not go to work today.
I will move my bed to the end of the sun's rays.

I am too curios today.
When they bring their coffee cups and papers to the meeting,
I will take a peek around the corner of the universe.

At lunchtime I might be drinking with the gods,
later I will whistle as I take a stroll along the gates of paradise.

But when dinnertime arrives, I will return,
for your laughter and your smile
as you greet me coming through the door.