A dog barks

A dog barks

A primal

Anguished howl.

Somewhere out of sight

A man whistles

In opposition to

The sound of an engine running

A van unloading,

The ring of a bell

The hoot of a horn.

I heard a baby cry

And then, there was silence

Until the lark ascended.

At sunrise, there is an end to darkness,

It is a wonder I get anything done

When the Eagle owns the sky

And every living thing

Stands still.

No more sad songs

Play today

I have heard them all before

Some singers have a way

With a refrain

Bend words

Turn them into heartbreak,

They catch the soul

Re-open old wounds

Tear at ragged stitches

Bleed into the night.

How many times must I pick myself up

From the floor

Before I have truly risen.

Perhaps there should be no

Sad songs to play

Hard things to say

When there were more than enough

Yesterday.