The Life we Live

Pause for Light

Dawn didn’t come clean today, slow
and sure, over the top of the ridge.
The day remained at first light,
in a pre-dawn haze, similar to 
what lined my cranium, lingering there 
from the road accident. Full sunlight
would have had me squinting in pain, 
and sparked a revolution in brain cells.

I walked to an open sea shimmer
under a full moon; I wanted nothing more. 
The dense grey began to dissipate; 
slowly, the day insinuated itself. 
Still there, the pain transfomed itself 
into an urging to get things done, 
to resume my work that languished;
I only needed to pick it up again.

Dawn began to move through me.

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From PoetryforAll

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