And do you call me?
And do I hear?
As the dawn floods the sky
With light
I am listening
But do I hear?
Or am I hiding?
Hiding from the truth
That does not fit with
My plan.
My dreams.
My ideals.
Sat here since the sky
Was black
And the world I looked out upon
Was still
I pondered
Nervously.
Unsure, uneasy.
Giving conditionally.
Holding back.
Waiting to see if
I could have my way.
It is too bright now.
Everything illuminated by the
Morning sun.
Nowhere left to hide.
I shut my eyes tight;
What I can’t see
Can’t see me.
Fool.
Looking again
I see the life that comes with
The light.

But am I listening?