It's Still Life

Where We Can Begin Again

Return. New light of day
when night slips off
like the skin of a soul,

it keeps shadows from
creeping up behind us,
like black cats on our path.

We’ll rise with the sun,
bleat arrows into heaven’s
blankness between stars,

and whisper simple sighs
and hum our satisfaction.
We dream of ocean waves

that break in single file,
breaking everyday. and yet
everyone persists in asking,

where they can begin again.

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for GoDogGo Cafe : Tuesday Writing Challenge . Photo by Karim MANJRA on Unsplash ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #godoggocafe on Twitter