The Rising Of The Sun

From The Pataphysician

Artwork by Gail Bradshaw

Each day is new,
The wind, the birds, the trees, the rising sun, our varied familiars.
Through lilac bloom I breathe the morning air and swear never to fall asleep.
Mere witness though I be, my responsibility is clear.
I am here, and must remain, awake, and spinning in this impossible beauty.