The day is breaking
yesterday gone, tomorrow in the distance.
Today, wedged between all I have to do, lies what I must I do.
The weightless reminder not to let it down hovers over me
constant, yet shiny and new.
It breathes out after I breathe in,
wrapping itself gently around me like an old lover,
whispering sweet somethings for my ears alone, refreshing as a summer breeze.
Because it has yet to disappoint, I surrender
pouring myself into it again and again,
in drops and drenches,
trusting it to meet me where I am and bring forth the girl who dares.
Each day at dawn, by dreamlight, I leave the shore to ride the wave that appears.
It really is magic at the crest, and I wonder if I’m flying.
Better For That 