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