Sunrise 1/7/24 *

Kennewick, Washington

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Photos by Jonathan Potter ⓒ 2024

There was a time I thought the sun a dreary
Thing baring its teeth at my broken heart
Day after day to make me pay for the history
Of crimes I knew nothing of and thought my part
Inconsequential. I thought I needed saving
And that I must apologize every moment
For my existence and the inward raving
I offered to myself as a running comment
On absenteeism's unavoidable shame,
The insecurity of the crumbling ground
Beneath my feet. But then I knew the game
Was also something strange that could abound
In something like the sunrise in its beauty
That had no part of sorrow, shame, or duty.

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