sunrise sonnet

I can taste the new year in this new day

pulling me awake with its splash of light

my voice and sight fused with throbbing,

thoughts buckling, shaking free answers

and origins, shouting hellos back to life

sometimes with "?" sometimes with "!"

because who the heck knows certainty 

I feel carried like the five-year-old who 

fell asleep just before the final turn home

the steady hand on my back unnecessary

except to comfort me, a kiss in my hair

tells me I'm not a burden, but a delight...

carry me even if I think I'm conning you 

carry me for a while / to feigned eternity 

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Pic: Sunrise on waking (through the landing window). The snow had all melted by the end of the day--it was close to 50 degrees here today!