Becoming The Muse

The sun,
like a stubborn uncle,
insists on telling the same story again and again.
He gestures wildly,
burning through the silence with tales of golden days
and maize.
We nod,
sweat pooling in the hot blaze,
pretending we haven’t heard this one before.
But still, we listen,
because we were taught to respect our elders,
even the loud and stubborn uncles.