Before the light
gets a chance to break free,
capture it
with your stunning blue eyes.
Hold it captive,
but only for a moment,
for you’ll find it to be something
you cannot own.
Time
shimmers leaves,
like wind in trees.
Shadows breaking through
scintillating shifts
that wave together
in roaring applause.
“The day is here!
Let’s try to catch it!”
Sunlight to energy.
Water to flesh and blood.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
A story told by the crackling fire.
How we hunted in the morning,
and how we cut the land
in the heat of day.
How we built our houses
in the evening,
and danced into the night,
singing songs
that captured
all our memories of light.
Until the stillness
of moon and stars,
the sole echo
of an owl’s call,
the sounds of bat’s wings
up in the trees,
and the life of night
ushered us off to bed,
to dream of daylight.
There, our minds
create new days
for us to live in,
until the cock crows
and we begin it all again,
creating memories
with the dawn.
DJR – 2023
