Morning

Morning sun awakening-

Colorful ribbons stretching

     languorously across the sky-

Cries to me, “Rise!”

It is a brand-new day

    half asleep and laden with dew,

   pregnant with all the hope

   and apprehension that the

   unknown, unproved can hold.

I do rise-

    and through eyes open, expectant,

   contemplating the lushness that life can bring,

I pay homage to the sun-

   it’s arms all encompassing

   growing wider and wider-

   colors fading into each other

    becoming white and far reaching,

   drawing shadows on the ground.

Beyond-

    lies the highway, hard and gray

    neither guilty nor innocent,

It just is-

   and it can take you

   or lose you

    but you will go

  along with all the other cars and trucks

  their headlights now going off

The sun illuminates the way

   as they embark on their various

adventures and destinies.

I breathe deep

  becoming the moment,

    absorbing the lightness,

   unreachable and brilliant.