Day Comes

My beautiful picture

Day Comes

I am first impressions
fossilized in the minds of strangers called friends.
I walk out in the quiet morning light
and draw a line in the sand.
I breathe in four atoms of Archimedes
as horizons vanish like dewdrops in the sun.

Birdsong.
Spider silk glints against distant forest shadows.
Cool air floats into thoughtless light.
The illusions are still asleep.

28 July 2016