Joy

I live this life waiting for the sun to disappear.
In a perpetual fear of dusk
right before the darkness sets in.
I tell people goodbye instead of goodnight
because I know how quickly you can be gone-
breath today
death tomorrow.
I watch the sun rise in awe
fleeting moments above the fog
guest appearances beyond the clouds.

It feels fragile
life, I guess.
Joy, I mean.
The sun rising. Light.

But I am trying to honour the dawn
tilting my face to meet the rays
present in places darkness has to hide from.
Fragile
but real.