The long shot of the morning sun

 i remember the long shot of the morning sun, first thing, at the crack of dawn.

 how it hit the kitchen wall.

that's  how i learned where east was

 and that the sun moved a little every day cause i made a small mark on the wall with a pencil where the sun first hit.

and the weeks became seasons and changed where i marked on the wall. 

Oh, the color of the sun and the wall. 

i'd mark small so my mother wouldn't see it.