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Enamored Of The Dawn

ENAMORED OF THE DAWN





At dawn the shoats can be seen between hollyhocks

And the ocean reveals her sea bushes at ebb tide;

And the sun can be seen smiling behind the clouds.



In the day we heard the cry of the plaintive hemlocks;

And these omens were a signal for us to become lovers;

Remembering when our mothers took our hand in spring.



We laughed and tarried during those days of spring

Unaware of the gravestones marking up time. Don’t

You sing at dawns and laugh yourself alive in spring.



You and I have been in love with dawns for a long time;

And revisit those dawns with everything that rises;

Bleating like spring lambs unaware of the wolf of time



With every dawn we fed that wolf and it was all right;

But one day he came in sheep’s clothing, and hid behind

The hollyhocks; the shoats didn’t seem to mind.



We mistook the plaintive cry of the hemlocks as joy

And the greeting of the sea bushes as benediction; they

Were but Easter resurrections from a previous declination.







(shoat: a young pig: just after weaning)