The Promise of A New Day
The sun’s up and about and scaling the rooftops.
Office windows shimmer. Brownstones glow gold.
If I’m small, maybe the brightness makes me a little bigger.
And I set eyes on the neighbor, the long dark
had stolen from me. Soon, there’ll be conversations.
Maybe even handshakes. Some business as usual
of course. But there’ll be people involved. The occasional
smile. A cough. Maybe even a comment on the weather
which, in today’s case, will be like admiring
a favorite painting of wide blue sky and warm air.
I’m done with sleep, finished with solitude, and all
geared up for interaction. The sun has prepared the
bright, beloved groundwork. The rest is up to humanity.
Author: John Grey
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