The Sun

The sun rises

earlier in the day

The birds are aware

change is in the air

For them

it's instinctual

for us

something else

again

"ellecee"

Hunger

I eat sorrow,

your life, my

loss, settles

in the esophagus

I push with effort

You move on through

chest, diaphragm,

other,

Forced into lower

extremities, 

passing through

the ends of toes,

singeing

a molten liquid, returning

to ground

"ashes to ashes"

"dust to dust"

"ellecee"

Although opposite in character

this poem was inspired by 

Ezra Pound"s Poem - The Girl

"The tree has entered my hands,

The sap has ascended my arms,

The tree has grown in my breast -

Downward,

The branches grow out of me, like arms"

Written for 

Prompt Nights – Light is easy to love. Show me your darkness – [45]