I Go These Days to Find the Dawn (a poem)
“I Go These Days to Find the Dawn” was previously published in the Spring 2012 issue of Fault Lines.
I Go These Days to Find the Dawn
I go these days to find the dawn.
I have had my fill of night.
So much was lost, got away,
the day become too soon
too late, time undone.
I would get back to who it is I am
or dream, to stand before
a dark painting by some Spaniard
of a century gone by,
cerulean blue in his beard,
an eye for the women…
how light falls through venetian blinds,
a thumbnail of shadow played out
across a parquet floor.
I go these days to find or to recall
some shape of beauty wrenched
from memory's vault
or spy a carousel of starfish
and Cinco de Mayo guitars
that torch the air before my startled eyes
and cauterize the wounds that mark
this once tender spirit.
Keep the faith. Stand with Ukraine. yr obdt svt