SUNRISE

 

 

There, day and dusk were cut in half,

       And light revealed its face.

 

The kind merchant lit the pot

       And couldn’t move his gaze.

 

Nature revealed its art-form as if

       Tomorrow the sun wouldn’t rise.

 

The poet, trembling like a leaf,

       Admired the brightening skies.

 

And each grew quiet, expecting their sun

       To rise to their delight,

 

The merchant watched the boiling pot,

       The poet saw the light.