Wendy Raimi

The light streams down from the sky

a new day has arrived

morning breaks

like shattering plates

and moon drops stop the falling

Each quarter note in the celestial chorus

is replaced with whole rests

until Apollo’s chariot

reconvenes the choir

Iris follows her cousin thru the sky

Day may be here

but it is hiding and seeking

She captures the droplets

the tears of an unknown god

washes her hair

and spreads out her towel

showing a promise

known for thousands of years.

A day goes by

full of happiness and tears

People playing, children screaming

life and death continues

baking bread, reaping harvest

Conquests go on.

Horses race across the sky

silver studs sparkle bright

Night has come

and now to sleep

the day has yet to come