Poem: Dawn Eyes

By the breath of god The dark curtain is washed One hearty sigh, cooled To a soft egg blue sky

Silence in an orange glow Futile street lights On the sidewalk Not a soul

Broken watch dials Whispered me to wake My circadian clock Ticking a-tock

Eyes far too open Brain far too wired Searching fruitlessly For chamomile calm

Engines of great invention Have moved me from Place

To place

Amidst heavy heads Plonked in pillows

I’m cursed with Confusion

A few hours and Edinburgh Shall rise I with it My weary dawn eyes