The 365 Project Pt. II

morning is hollow
and strong
like bamboo
it props up each day
effortlessly
and through it
our breath sings

how many times
i have
wished you
away holding out on
night afraid you
would kill my
sad old moon

no but it was me
my hands still dusty
with the deed

but that was then
now i
hold morning
tight giver of life a
daily miracle
bedclothes of
the tired moon

as for me
my hands still dusty
but now i can see

epw 3.14.08 perrysburg, oh