WW: Once

I was brave and stupid once
Fearless because I was fearful

And now

I’m still brave
And I’m probably pretty stupid at times
And I have to admit I still barge into things with as such fearlessness
To hide the terrified girl inside

So maybe not much has changed
I am different but the same
More experienced

But still

Facing the unknown

Execution

The black hood lowered
Over the round sky
Blocking out the light
My eyes strained
At the artificial midnight
My body instinctively knowing
It should be day
Outside
I’d never seen lightning like this
Alien blasts of
Blue-white light
Echoing through the air
And I was surprised to see our world
Still standing in their wake

Ode to Morning

The fog lay a thick band onto the grass, a crowd of people standing shoulder to shoulder. I couldn’t see but over their heads. Red and blue bands arced across the sky. Red where the dawning sun hit the clouds and blue their shadowed underbelly. The golden yolk rose from the ground, trumpeting its rays and painting the world before it priceless. Horses stood still in their fields, cows still lazed on their bellies. Their eyes watched the passing cars whose lights cut through the haze, across the land, a diagonal slice of modernity through quaint pastoral.

No image could do it justice. Words yet fail. It stirs deep inside the aliveness of being.  I forget how much I love to get up with the dawn.  To feel the damp chill against the skin.  To breathe in the morning promise. Alas, I am but a spectator in my glass and metal box, breathing heated air and dreaming.