Day is stepping forward now
I rise to meet it
poetry, prose, and photography
Facing down my fears
Resisting despair’s summons
Living by my terms
Awoke by the rooster’s call
Train horn echoing miles to me
White noise from cars
Hurtling down the freeway
Birds speaking much as they have
For millennia uncounted
A look into the boundaries
Of infinity
Inbox announces
Porn-bots sing their siren song
Empty of beauty
within destruction’s songs
lie the call of rebirth
phoenix’s prophetic
return from the flames
oblivion
Perhaps I cannot
Change much in
This broken world
Where cynicism
Valued more
Than compassion.
Perhaps.