Drowsy in the afternoon
 I daydream of how life began
Where to begin?
A fool to set the dial at dawn
 full daylight then
fifteen minutes beforehand
 affords no preview
A full hour buys an inkling
 of twilight’s twinkling
 of Daphne’s whispering
  embracing of the embankments
  away from Apollo’s attainment
Even then,
 I have yet to see when
 day articulates its begin

A solitary cloud on the horizon gleams
 the night is brushed into luxuriance by degrees
 the tension of the starry–eyed watchmen
  and their moonbeams are relieved
The horizon is wreathed in ambient light
 out of the blue
 the firmament is established
an ocean of clouds, rose–imbued
 engulf their first little plume
from the ash of the trees’ leaves
 a remote rebel wind blows
 rekindling an ember which died long ago
a reversal of fate crackles
 the wood births its master
Beyond the mists, a beam strikes
Behold the glob: uncontrolled fire
My eyes catch her eyelash rays
heat alights me; I avert my gaze
knowing dawn

I lumber home to begin my way
 occasionally glaring back
 resenting the triumphant orb’s
 overpowering glory and iridescent morning
What could I do to compare with the making of the day?
 I just bask in it

All those unanswered sunsets
 each have their sad goodbyes’ bright condolences
I’ve slumbered in ignorance, abjured the witness of it
I don’t live here, but somewhere hours hence or thence
 and remain lulling in jet lag, a perpetual guest

Now in my seeking
 I send unsuspecting foxes leaping
How natural it fits
 the pace of my body and the strengthening of my wits
 with dawn’s rising, when I attend to it
How ready I am
 at the day’s sad forsaking
 to yield to the dream
 of continual awakening