Matins

Key West Poet Laureate Kirby Congdon (Photo by Richard Watherwax)
Key West Poet Laureate Kirby Congdon (Photo by Richard Watherwax)

With the stillness in the morning,
can this silence predate the begining of time?
Or do those colors in the farthest depths of the sky
howl and rage like a brain gone dry?
Dawn comes like a whisper.
A solitary bird flies by.
Mute witness, ignorant of how or why
or what survives there and then,
I can still identify
with here and now
and for the moment
assert I am, once more, alive.

             Kirby Congdon

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