by Cliff Beck.
Weary of winter mornings filled with the dark confusion
that underscored the night before
we long to see Helios climbing high,
illuminating our lives
as his fiery chariot crosses the summer sky.
Yet as soon as rosy fingered Eos calls us from our beds
we change the time, banish the lark, bring back the dark,
saving the morning light to brighten up the night
where it will be frittered away in febrile denial
of the shadows that fell across the day.
Daylight won’t be held by any bank or goalers lock
so when it’s gone it’s gone despite the hands on the clock.
If you seek the clarity and insight that comes when living in the light
rather than stumbling and fumbling, befuddled and troubled
by the phantoms lurking in the shadows of the rock;
if you are drawn to the calmness of the dawn,
don’t delay the day or invite the night,
just pull back the curtains, open the door and explore.