As With A Garment / Joshua Alan Sturgill
Dawn like spilled honey
gilds the lip of the sky
and mathematicians gather to measure it
and philosophers debate what it means
and businessmen anticipate their customers
and theologians declare evidence of God’s handiwork
and drunkards curse the ache in their eyes
and politicians take credit for it
and television addicts curse the glare on their screens
and madmen blame it for defying their illusions
Dawn like phoenix wings
uncurled from a thousandth fire
stirs creation’s stillness into breath
and trees gain the wisdom of awareness
and the Moon is overwhelmed in contemplation
and with sore knees and cold hands
I stand, facing the bright point of the East.
I have passed through the night of initiation;
I have learned geometry from the stars.
Hopeful yet wary,
I prepare to meet the Sun
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