“Axis:” a poem

Axis

The light is turning now.

In the first moment of sunrise,

that first glow of fledgling light,

The new day calls the shadows to bow.

The truth now sung by the birds

and the leaves with open mouths

that drink their fill,

here before the great release

when they give themselves back.

The light is turning now.

This truth whispers my name

and I know myself again. 

–Stuart Higginbotham