Daybreak by Richard Dinges, Jr.

Daybreak

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..