MEANDERINGS NEAR SUNSET LAKE

Many mornings
I walk around Sunset Lake
when the sun is about to rise.

 

I like to catch dawn
before it disappears –
before that particular dawn
vanishes forever.

 

I believe that
most of life is not repetitive –
though it may seem so
if not looked at carefully.

 

As I see the eastern clouds
begin to glow
I know
that I’ll participate
in yet another day.

 

I’ll not shape it much.

 

Old men’s hands can do but little.

 

But today I’ll have
my small portion of the world
to work on.

 

I’ll soon be finished with the sunrise
but I’ll go home and deal with other things
that I must face today.

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