Before Dawn’s Light

I got no zz’s last night
struggling with breath.
I blamed it on the sizzling sun
at the near-solstice, my soles
and palms radiating ungrounded heat
yet when I woke, I stood
in dizzying smoke oozing
from open windows. This city life
is a puzzle, fresh air fizzles
in a blink. So here I am pensive
at five a.m., quizzical and cloistered
in manufactured coolness.

Dazzled by the earth in her galactic
razzmatazz. Starstruck.

My new bamboozled and bumfuzzled
neighbors unmuzzled in their fuzzy
factoids inflict their nonsense scolding
like Nazis. They’ve forgotten history.

I keep aiming for the highest trajectory.
Fascists keep struggling to suppress
the dizzying truth: we’re all
intertwined–as every single fire
we light illuminates simply.

Ah, hear that single voice?
Greeting the invisible inevitable dawn.
Let me emulate this song sparrow
let go of all that jazz and sing
one sweet confident trill
to praise what the sky promises.

Join me.  The light will show the way.

Inspired by: Cloistered, Pensive, Inflict and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt to write a post with words containing zz.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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