Following Dawn
Imagining rising and spiritually following dawn speaking poetry hoping to make a differeceIf I followed dawn, I’d rise in my slow climb high above the sycamores, high above the clouds, the hills and valleys, the mountains, lakes and gleaming rivers rushing to the sea. I’d follow the blue day high above the groans of the dying, the screams of lovers, the cries of babies, the horns and sirens of crowded cities where smoke and soot soil the houses and tall buildings. And following the day towards dusk, past the m...