Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tendrils of light weaving up through the clouds
Waking hulking buildings of glass and steel
Animating them with colour
Toy Cars wind slowly in lines below, head lights still on
As cyclists speed past congestion.
The cat is proud she has woken me again
And ingeniously acquired a can opener.
The coffee is tasting good as a warm shower beckons.
I am infinitely grateful for these brief mercies.
Soon I'll be in the morning and the day will take me
Sucking me into the bedlam of expectations
And eternity of routine.
There will never be time enough
But dusk will come and darkness will follow
And so much will be left undone,
Especially the impossibilities.
Till again I pray alone
For the promise of dawn.
The sun has risen.