On the western side of daybreak
Opalescence in a winter sky,
The faintest shimmer, soothed upon
The raw of waking early to what
Was not remembered during sleep
Another day beginning
With fists of fear and fury
Claiming sentience best understood as
Rough passage, though passage still,
Translucence the only certainty,
As the moment slips
Into the waiting morning.
I decide to sleep a little longer
In a room where sunlight chastens
The dark corners, the ones defined, and
Those that are not, as well
Behind my drowsy lids
This hope arrives again
I tell myself that
One can never know
The plans of a new day.
December 30
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