Good morning (a poem)

First thing, before the day’s work takes over…

Under cover of light
the secret falls
opens up to the sky

The sun’s face
cannot be seen
but it is smiling

Space should not be so cold
in the orbit of such heat

We have mapped the constellations
but still misunderstand

The light of day is promise
The light of day is life

The sun’s face
cannot be seen
but it is smiling

(25 May 2018)