Daybreak by Richard Dinges, Jr.


Without a cue,
sun still a hope,
dark pools around
sheets with no color.
I open my eyes,
hear wind creak
through walls’ old bones.
With my first breath,
I birth myself
from dreams into
one more stab
at acting my role.
Lights come on
and I step out
into another life.

Richard Dinges, Jr. lives and works by a pond among trees and grassland, along with his wife, two dogs, three cats, and ten chickens. SBLAAM, WINK, Toasted Cheese, Poem, and Abbey most recently accepted his poems for their publications..