Stoic
Dawn
by
Jessie Browne
Motionless
morning—
You
lie passively.
Do
you resist or languish?
Under
your dead-weight
Gaze,
squirming, I feel
My
exuberance falter;
Gently,
joy abates,
Finding
itself bridled,
Sheepishly
going to ground.
Water
quenches fire;
You
are not the rain.
Stone
hedges. The inferno,
Not
slaked or smothered,
Burns
stationary --
A
moving picture, dancing
Light
show, wild, denied,
Full
of longing, and
Hungry
to combust anew
From
Jessie Brown:
“I have been honing my skills as a music journalist at Indy Metal
Vault and a memoirist on my personal blog, http://hoosiermystic.