Daily Births Poem by Rafael Cazares

Awaken— then begins the new day.
Rosy dawn sending forth
Her flushing beams
Gently touching
Upon the scarcity of green;
As well as the turfs of asphalt streets,
And the tip of our hats
Which bid farewell
To yesterday's corrupting remorse;

So careless we seem to be.


Don't let your dreams
Just be a shallow side effect of sleep,
if your brusque unconscious desires and wants
Yearn for your will and courage
To make a leap
Over this congregation of drowse, lazy sheep.

Hold out your arm and
Ready your impervious grasp,
If you are not keen the world will
Seem like an impenetrable task,
Mocking your every sluggish move,
Exploiting those traits in you still
Barbarous and crude.

So soon we'll be out the door,
Barely born;
Hardly worn.
We can either regress to predictable patterns
Or attend our paths with an enlightened lantern,
To unveil that which has so nobly, so nimbly,
Eluded our clumsy hands and eyes before.