'It's a sunny, bright day,
and I'm on my way,'
—lyric, 'Valley of Tears'
It's a Sunny, Bright Day
As I went out this morning before dawn
I heard the cows bawling, and a voice—git-up,
a sound I know intimately, as intimately as completion.
It was cold and dark, the guys were up early
working cattle, and though half a mile up the road
the sounds were clear—the voice, voices, gates slamming,
two dogs barking, doing the work of a dozen men
or a half dozen women, every sound familiar and intimate—
and distant in time and space—taking me somewhere
I've put behind me, not far enough, taking me
to a few places this morning, in the cold, moonless pre-dawn,
taking me to some dark places—injuries and hurt, fear
and loathing, anger—but also to a sunny place, and though
it is hard to put the other out of mind, it is a sunny, bright day, now,
and now is what is at hand, and what was, isn't.
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2019-12-03 at 06:34
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