Conversations with the Sun

Wake me
when the sun fills up the sky
and spills her light
the shadows of the city
recede with the night
Waves that lent the
sails early morning flight
toss their weight against
the sand like a beating heart.
Stretch out my once tenative
limbs,
embrace the dawn that
so long eluded my
sight.
Whisper to the dawn,
I am more than just alive.

My body is a burnt-out
bottle rocket
caught in the lawnmower
the Tuesday after the fourth of July...

...this body,
just temporary.
It doesn't hold me back
from where I'm meant to be.