Morning mourning.Posted: May 10, 2012
The morning light
I may walk, I may run
I may catch
the air while fresh.
Beginnings and endings
look the same, sometimes.
Melancholy joy, joyful melancholy
Splash my humanity on like cologne.
I don’t know if I have arrived,
or if I have gone.
I only know
The quiet rose glow of sunlight
is upon me.