Phoenix Aurora

When first my weary eyes beheld
those rosy fingers of eastern light
piercing the night! killing the night!
they closed of their own volition
as if witnessing a crime
and that is when I realized
they’d been open all the time

The chirping of a dawnbird
was the very first noise that I heard
other than the sound of my own voice
saying over and over again
the things if I had only said then
would’ve made all of the difference in the world

X marks the spot
where the promise of a fresh start
is rising from the ashes of this smoldering heart
and it spreads its flaming wings
rainbowlike against the sky
preparing to fly

I cannot pretend 
any longer that darkness is my friend
or ponder over stuff that might’ve been
because I wouldn’t have it any other way
bring on the day!
it’s a brand new day!


Bryans Road, Maryland
10/8/1993