Here’s dawn, in golden high heels,
and sky pushing teal and ochre
onto the early risers.
I yawn before the uncurtained window.
The colors take sides.
Light blue above, a deeper hue, almost indigo,
to the waters of the inlet.
Thank God, the nightmare’s behind me
and boats bob, the fishermen unfold nets,
at the wharf below.
Beasts arose, men were slaughtered,
and all because I ate late.
But everything’s coming out of cold storage.
And above, birds are in the ascendancy,
mostly gulls but the one dark solemn crow
that remains from my sleep.
No storm today.
Not when the morning sings to me like this.
Nothing ominous.
A sparkle on the surface.
A good catch out at sea.
The demons would tell me
that this is all outside of me
and they’re the ones
that have the inside running.
But maybe on such a day,
I am also outside of me.
Find me there,
not back in my brainwashed head.
I inhale warm air.
I exhale intentions made clear.
Author Bio:

John Grey is an Australian poet, and U.S. resident. Recently published in
That, Muse, Poetry East and North Dakota Quarterly with work upcoming in Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal, Hawaii Review and The Dunes Review.
Hi John,
There is much to think about in your poem. Good use of imagery to share your thoughts. I’m curious about your publication in the North Dakota Quarterly. I’m from North Dakota and have had no experience with it. Thank you for sharing your words here.
My latest poem “Two-Way Gratitude” was published this month if you would like to see a bit of what I’m about. Also, I would like to invite you to share in the online cinquain activity. It is under articles.
I wish you the best with all your writing endeavors and look forward to reading more of your work.
Blessings,
Karen
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