I used to think some people were beyond your sphere
Of influence and lived in a partitioned world.
Silly of me. No one is beyond the sun’s light –
How could they be? And we all drink water
And breathe the same air and use the same tired words.
I used to think some people were beyond your sphere
And would be right to feel outraged at featuring,
With their intelligence, in unsought prayer.
Silly of me. No one is beyond the sun’s light;
Most livers love the sun, confess to it
And train their lives to track its wanderings.
I used to think some people were beyond your sphere
Of influence, as if they’d been assembled
Separately, set up to feed upon themselves.
Silly of me. No one is beyond the sun’s light
And most of us when down-at-heel admit
To dreaming of discreet philanthropists.
I used to think some people were beyond your sphere –
Absurd of me. No one is beyond the sun’s light.
