Morning Breaks

Lee Leon

Morning creeps tirelessly around the planet
Awakening small increments of time
The first few seconds, growing into
The first few minutes, growing into hours
Growing to form another day of our lives
Beneath which it buries the recent past
Beneath which it buries our ancestors
Beneath which it buries the dinosaurs
Who once were woken by this same morning
Incrementing their lives by one day
By one day at a time.

As nightmares shatter, morning breaks
Putting a lie to the gradual process
Shards of sunlight cutting away our dreams
Prising us out from the places we choose to hide
Along the line of morning, as with an intake of breath
Doors open inwards and we emerge,
Eyes blinking, unprepared, into a new day.

Morning has broken and now we must continue
Willing or not
Trying to piece together our lives.

Breaking, waking, making what we will.

Published by Lee Leon

I wanted to be a serious writer - unfortunately my muse is a small and not completely sane sheep - but what can you do? It's hard to explain, but that's life and I guess someone has to do it!  View profile

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  • Lee Leon6/20/2008

    Thank you, Christine!

    I am pleased you like the poems (especially the sheep)

  • Christine Bruness6/18/2008

    This is so true...whether we like it or not, time waits for no one and morning comes and we all have to do what we need to do to survive. I like your style. I am adding you to my favorites -- especially for the other poems about sheep. I love originality!

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