foghorn. july 2021.

 

the rooster outside my window

doesn’t crow at the crack of dawn

a sun barely peeking 

over the horizon to greet the earth

a warm welcome to another 24 hours

that we’ve been bestowed to experience

and there’s no noise at 5 AM

alerting me that it’s alerting me

something is coming

something i may want to see

something to energize my spirit

nothing.

what could possibly bore him so much

that something as breathtaking as the sun

saying hello to the world 

for the first time that day

invokes no reaction from him

other roosters will make noise

greatly, proudly

not him.

not anymore.

a switch is no longer on for him

now that he can’t find beauty

in something that once gave him so much joy

it could be a reach

maybe he went blind

he could just be annoyed with the other roosters

so much that their noise

makes him see less of a need for his own

now the sun is up 

i’m up

and his face is the same

just to do it all again tomorrow

-DD3