Filtered Dawn
dawn filters down through a morning haze
filtered dawn
dawn drawn through a slender read
dawn as a myopic God
dawn as an unfinished mirror
needing only the sun to complete it
at dawn, brilliant knowing tongues come down to still waters lap up the luxury
of a mirror which is unmade each night
and remade amidst fly catchers and morning dew
finding a dead dragon fly trapped in a hot car all the live long day
it must have suffered those last few hours of its life
it is perfected in death
graceful, transparent, aerodynamic wings
a beautiful bug
a predator that hunts no more on this world
dawn like blushing steel
turned toward cherry by the mere knowledge that the sun is coming
but what if it is not enough?
then you will need to work harder.
but what if it is not in time?
then you will need to work faster.
what if I do not know how?
you will need to learn.
but what if….?
work now. later, you will know.
