New

the sun has opened its eyes

and every wisp

of every cloud

draped in the sky,

even the rolling

and gloomy

grey watery-eyed,

from within grow pearlescently illuminated

glowing there pulsing through valves through the hearts of the clouds

misty

wistful

lanterns

strung up though at first so dimly they slowly grow brighter

with the seraphim nearly metallic type light,

a little sprout of little hope,

a shade only the sun could conceive or apply

and I feel my own withered heart blooming too

filling up with that glow,

that particular hue

and I feel it:

this day is new.

it’s a new day,

reincarnation

resurrection

revivication

reanimation

it’s a new birth

to a new way

and I know finally now it’s safe again to smile

and breathe, assuming we do still know how

it was for so long I was hiding in the shade of this casket

horrifyingly I must have been waiting to die

but it isn’t that time

and for the first time

I’m renouncing

wasting so much as a thread more of mine

I fear once you see you may not recognize me

or sharper still to my heart you’d realize you don’t like what you see

and in the childlike state of rediscovering

I beg you’ll please pardon how clumsy I’ll be

just sit here awhile while our eyes are readjusting

and in waiting for some semblance of sense to start making

just hold my hand, even if quietly

just stay and know

it’s a new place,

a new way,

a new day entirely.