Daybreak
By John Moore •
it is easy to succumb
to the weight of the world
as day and night idle by
as minutes writhe
caught in a web of arachnid thoughts
but it is in the dawn and the dusk
when we are at last compelled
to swim through doldrums
and the changing of the world
inspires change within
Now,
With young eyes,
old eyes,
day stretches out over the earth
like a cat on a sill
night hangs on the water
like a fog in the wrinkles
of the foothills