Sunrise - A Poem
Three sisters
Three flowers
Three paint drips on the wall.
Are we happy children?
Who wants to come and see?
Sunrise burns
Wide open
The shadows creep behind.
Pretending they are real
we reach up toward the light
and drink the water ‘til it drowns us.
Who’s invited in today
when hope is fear unfrozen?
Who’s invited in today
to see if we’re still there?
