The New Day Print this poem only
I push through the fog of doubt
convinced on the other side
is the light of day
clear and bright.
I see your action in my life
and feel it as surely as the air sweeps into my lungs
when I wake and my body moves
into the new day.
Navigating Print this poem only
We come from different regions.
He is from a land stretching from a mystic desert
through rivered green hills
atop eon-deposited bands of coal
ending on the shores of a mighty ocean.
I from swamps and warm southern coastal climes
from a father who saw with urban eastern eyes
both parents merging into deep flowing rivers
full of lifegiving nutrients and radiant spirits
but I too ending on that same mighty sea.
We steer our separate vessels
our hands firmly on our singular tills
but each with the same cosmic navigator
merging our journeys into a brilliant universe
full of multi-colored nebulas and planets,
but our star sheds upon we two pilgrims
a potent lively light.