THE DAY BEGINS - 2

The day begins

The sun’s a thief

Light-fingered master

Who calmly stole the night.

The cars that drift by

With passengers inside

Are madly spinning planets

Round the master’s lofty flight.

They listen for the pulse that shows direction for the day

The clocks that keep on ticking keeping time itself at bay

It’s nine o’clock they must be there

Or buildings will fall down,

Or so it seems as I walk along, watching faces wearing frowns

But then an unknown face outshines the sun, her

Smile sustains the light,

The music of her movements is the rhythm for the day,

I have seen the symmetry of poetry at play, and

Love,

and life,

and walking hand in hand,

and sailing on a bay.