Daybreak

This is a poem about the nature of cyclic change. 

you don’t know

what you don’t know

keeping us confined

all the time inside

the paradigm

comfort zone

called home.

when the power of experience 

steers us from fears, there’s

everything you’ve yet to undergo

for us to know.

You can count on me

like birds amid trees

each dawn carrying on

a familiar song

the same kind of line

of reasoning I’ve drawn

out and about 

in an attractive display

the same kind of way

every day.

Admittingly I must say

daily duplications

string a staycation

of stagnation;

the opposite of growth

is not decay 

but frozen within

the days laid all the same. 

Snapping cycles

like a pinch and click

makes you think

that everything in the kitchen sink

could be remodeled 

with a few footsteps

to the right rather left

could be unbottled 

from up inside that 

pretty little mind of mine

when time is redesigned

as an invitation for news

those blues by choosing

the same daily thing

fade out by 

a contemporary ring 

and while it’s frightening

to dive into what is unknown

we must atone the clone

from yesterday 

for today’s ray

of sunshine upon

the fresh morning dew

symbolically you.