April 29: Becoming (#NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo2020 #GloPoWriMo #Poetry)



Summer is coming: We startle, awake from

long wintery sleep, small figures wrapped in

silent dreams drifting apart, each whispering

sorrowful promises that others cannot hear.

Stifling yawns, rubbing eyes, ready for toasts

dipped in music and poems, facing windows

finally open to the breaking dawn, we write,

quivering in lingering morning chill. We rise,

building worlds of fantastical sizes and shapes,

paving coloured words among garden dwarfs

and hidden dragons, fountains and sprinklers

waiting to take action. We turn, brightened

by the rising sun, in rare nostalgic moments

we reminisce how frightening moon shadows

used to be, spirits from ancient lands where

giants walked and birds cried in their seasonal

migration routes. Sipping cups of black coffee

we savour biscuits made of pale hopes baked

golden brown in ovens powered by patience.

Somewhere in the distance mothers embrace

chubby babies giggling, trying their first steps.


(Image: “What’s in a smile?”, RaisingChildren.net.au)


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