Morning Window
by Mohamad Said Bazzi
(January 31, 2023)
1 /
There are usually not
Any images involved
My mornings of late
Only a mental approach
To shadows and light
A flash, a sudden, a swift
An unconjured telepathy
A first moment
As I look up from sleep to find
That life can emerge again
Perhaps this time,
For a final requital
Perhaps if I close my eyes this time
And look within,
I can dream away
This icono/plastic
Sunrise
2 /
I cannot run with you through these new
Regions of corrosion
I cannot climb into your passing
Circus trolleys
I will remain here, on this thirsty
Frozen ground
For now
Is the flavor of secrecy
For here
Is the face of fortitude
3 /
You can run off into the postpartum
Of complete surrender
You can cast off your jaw and shoulder
Into the stillness of a static wind
What good is the wind
If it cannot pass through us
With ease
If it does not bring forth
A useful reprieve
What good to me is a wren,
Or a swallow
If he sits plump
Up on that static wind
And pretends that he is flightless
4 /
Now comes the hour
Of morning's realization
Now the day of the people
Can begin again
With deceit
And end again
With deception