dawn

By Izzy Braico

dawn shudders back to life,

and you watch as 

sunlight filters through the leaves,

dancing gently down

to the moss 

on the forest floor. 

the light glimmers on 

the scales of the fish

which have lived in this river

since the earth can remember.

your eyes are caught in the trees,

dear friend,

but mine are caught up

in the tangle of your

hair,

and I am caught up 

in the tangle of you. 

you’re an old soul,

it seems,

but I am still stumbling 

through this life

like a newborn deer

in a forest unfamiliar.