DAWN

DAWN

where did you come fron
what day
did you dawn?

or is it that
I have my dates and
times screwed up

causing offence with
my words because
you were
always here?

plunging up through
through the ground beneath us
to claim foundation

music in one hand
syllogisms in t’other

reeking of born-again pragmatism
not here to
redefine, or control, or
take possession
but
just look around

and now I see
you still looking but
with wildly greater intensity
dissing, dismissing,
decrying,
       lecturing me
on what is good for me

sour-faced and malign
when it comes to all that
would wish
to flourish alongside you
go better
angel with you

for better
or for worse