Monday, 24 March 2014

After the sun rises…

And that which begins with black
yields to gold
and then to blue
and by and by
we are rainbowed
into and out of
our miseries and loves;
sundrop does not stay
but touch warms
if we open heart-doors
to receive and give.

Sunday, 23 March 2014

Once the sun rises…

Once it does,
the rising sun buries waiting
and in a deft flipping of chart
wrecks and reinvents color and line
dresses detail and depth into silhouette
one peep and you can wait no more
not for rising sun
and yet there’s waiting unforbidden
the sun says so
every morning
to coffee-in-hand people
sitting in waiting land.