Bermuda Triangle at Dawn by Apryl Skies © 2012
I like the world before dawn
when nothing has been decided yet,
not the meaning of yesterday,
not the fate of tomorrow.
Some of the birds have a clue it’s true
but most of creation isn’t sure
how to read the leaves.
Even the cat doesn’t know
where it’s going to nap all day.
I like to throw open my window
to a big moon medallion
on the long dark neck
of the sky above the garden.
I like the way silence prevails
in the workplace of spiders and bats
and a vast stillness gathers around
as if I were witness to some secretceremony of the elements
hooded spirits preparing to bless
the birth of the new.
This morning, as I watch
the pink cheeks of the baby day
break through the clouds
on the prostrate hills,
she doesn’t look like fate,
like original sin,
and I can’t help but think
we really can start over,
Jack Cooper © 2013
First Published, Across My Silence, World Audience, Inc., New York, NY, February 2007