A New Day
How many have written of a sunrise?
The darkness pealed slowly like an orange.
A dimmer switch pushed up by God.
Then light sweeps the horizon and
overflows its banks.
The silhouettes shed layer after layer.
Shadows stretch, yawn, and stick.
It dawns on me.
This day I will stand in the light
and watch the shadow turn around me.
The silhouette lays on the ground
as an evidence that my
life is transient.
That transience casts a shadow
this new day.
The sun’s up and I won’t spend
this day chasing shadows.
I will walk in the light.