dawn

dawn is a good
investment

i invest so much time
in it

some memories
scruples that i never get
over with

much time is spent
remembering and trying to
learn

how to avoid the same
mess
how to rise above a
drowning

how to redraw the route
of a great escape

from what? from whom?
these are no longer
the mysteries of my own
faith

dawn is a friend
it talks back and i sometimes feel
that i am

an undesirable kid, the one who should
be blamed
for broken toys

dawn is my own paper
where i write all my sins of
omissions

if you begin to read what
i have written
in that dusky sheet
perhaps you will not like me
forever

dawn is a bosom
and i make love with it
as usual

i feel this comfort when you are
no longer with me


the days will judge me
but dawn i know, in deep understanding
shall acquit me.