Last Year, I Waited for the Sun
on this day, the throats of birds convulsing,
worms splitting ground in tune with ululation
like siren song, swimming the dew, wanting
to be caught, hoping to escape, breaking
themselves for autonomous multiplicity,
something in me searching something out here
in the cold, before the heat, before the world
remembered it was expected
to rise.
This year is different.
This year I prepare
to sleep, content
it will rise
all the same.
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Worms splitting ground, swimming the dew. Love those images!!
Thank you, Bernie.
That first verse is such a powerhouse. I love the length of this for some reason. It’s short but extremely power-packed.
Thank you. I was tempted to write more a few times but the early morning said to stop.
A great meditation.
Maybe last year was so fraught
one had to watch and make sure
of morning light. This year, relax, sleep past sunrise.
Your poems are so well crafted
& well felt
It wasn’t fraught, but it was learning to step out without fear, to become active in progress.
This year is having learned, if you take those steps, you can rest while they become more.
Thank you, sir.
Appreciate your reading and your words, as ever.