Morningsong
Sultry, dark, dank,
It is,
As bleak as night could ever be,
Sirens wail,
Clamor cacophonously
As would gamelan music,
Lacking in melody,
Its harmony discordant…
Upon this early morning,
Prior to the rising of the sun,
Sweltering in the high humidity, I am…
A morningsong,
As delicate as a Gaelic lullaby,
Has awakened The Demons
Who are dwelling within, me?
On this dog day
Before the eruption of dawn.
The hands of the digital clock
That hangs above the kitchen stove
Turn back to the time
Of late morning awakening.
In a dazed stupor, I walk.
The Thorazine shuffle carries me
Toward the bathroom, yawning.
I glance outside the window
Only to envision
All of the crazy people
Alive in this topsy-turvy mixed up world
Bouncing up and down,
To an fro
As little children would,
To the disjointed tune of Gamelan music.
Traveling back in the time zone,
I am, without any lasting direction,
I live with shooting stars in the darkness,
Only sleeping after daybreak.
In the twilight,
I awaken,
Only to walk along side of the living-dead,
Shuffling to the percussion
Of the discordant faraway music,
As The Demons sing to me their eerie, early morning’s song,
Sultry, dark, and dank as the day begins
Only the beginning it is, as
Life is a disharmonious song that is never ending….
Claudia Krizay
This is a photograpph I took with my digital camera, downloaded and printed in sepia.
