Start me up

 

Start me up. pic

 at first light untrammeled by fear

the first thought, that fragile thing

is wary in those first moments

before the day unfurls

into a precious arc like a fisherman’s net,

cast wide;

and it should always be an optimistic sweep

of eyes not yet occluded by doubt

limbs not yet bothered by gravity

and a heart willing to pump

fresh energy to gather-up

the mornings catch