why comes the day?
stumbling in on tender appendages,
tippy toeing into an explosion
of awareness,
easing over the edge
pulling itself up by fingertips
until
until
gasping for breath
it gathers momentum
coloring the sky in my eyes
then quietly
it sneaks out the back door
tippy toeing into the closing darkness.
(9-01-2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem