Dawn ~ National Poetry Month, Day 2

Careful now,
It matters how you begin…
Slipping and dripping
In and out of watery dreams
Your eyes have not adjusted

The sky longs to tell you things
If only you would listen
If only you would remember

The first bird comes with an urgency
Carrying the weight of her dark travels
On her wings
Heard and not seen
You understand –

You instinctively reach for your throat
It is pulsing with your bright life
As the salty pinks of dawn
ebb across your chest

You remember
You’re awake
You begin…


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