DAYBREAK

daybreak daybreak By Julia Steiner

I must hold on to this warmth, but delicately, like a bumblebee in cupped palms Flitting from crease to crease Wary That its yellow touch Will make me too keen of its existence

Then, I might disturb its quiet tumbling Let its comforting hums turn to a searing pinch My hands can’t be a forever home

Better to suspend myself in these fragile clouds, and keep my mind on Cake with maple buttercream And trees draped in sunsets Golden eyes Giving away hidden smiles

How many months have slid by, Without the infinity of lush, red grass? Goodness rests in the corners of my lips, two points drawing upwards Congratulating the moon and my eyes for catching bluebirds in their scope Both radiating with a knowing glow But are only reflections Of the light around them