Good Morning Sunshine

It's a brand new day,
And the sun is here to stay,
Else we'd float away.



they say time marches on
I’m not surprised
they say time heals all wounds
I’m shocked
after all, blackness
rhymes with ceaseless

Time of Day

I was four this morning when I woke up
nine at breakfast, crunching
my sugar and milk
fifteen at three when I crashed
for my nap
twenty at dinner, stirring
cheese into boxed macaroni
at bedtime, I was twenty-three
staring down an eternal tunnel
of the unknown but likely doom