There Is More To Sunshine

My husband wrote me another poem last week, and it encouraged me so. I hope you like, too.

An introspection--
Crowds bustle through motions
Birds chatter in hazy summer heat
We, pulled or stayed by currents
of obligation
Feel driven like toy boats sometimes
But we are more than what we do.
There is more to sunshine
than radiation

Unchalked, there rides above us
Between us, some breath, love
that pulls our puppet strings
into dance