Sunrise in My Head

Sunrise in My Head

In the evening

I rest my body

The learning day is over

But for my mind,

Oh friend, the work day whistle sounds

And labor commences.

Something about the stars

Their mere presence

Millions of miles away,

Entices my brain to sneak off into the darkness,

And I follow- forward.

There I stand on the soft banks

Of uncertainty,

Tossing stones, pebbles

Anxiously waiting for a

Crash, a splash,

And answer, a clue.

Hoping that entering my blindness

Will help me see.

I do not only visit

After dark.

Under the sun’s roof

I observe

Others who started down

The path decades earlier then I.

A hint, maybe

I find myself composing a list of

“nevers”

I shall never live from meal to meal

Not due to lack of funds but

Rather lack of anything better.

And if I do

If I find my answers.

The taste will just increase my

Hunger.

The wonder is inevitable- primal.

The ability to harness the wonder to do

My bidding is power- earned.