Winter ride to work

In me
the darkness says
“Today is not going to be a good day.”

“Yes, I can see the mist
playing with the frost on the fields.
The daily mystery is here, in this slumber of life
that awakens as I pass.

“Yes, there is a touch of pink on the clouds
as the Sun still refuses to rise.

“Yes, there is life in you,
in the breeze as it whispers in your ears,
in your hands and feet and eyes
doing what they should do
as you gentle touch the tarmac
and roll through the new day
and the promised mist.”

In me
the darkness finally begs
“Let me be here
Let me be me
Let me be this pit
Let me be this sticky deep wound.
Look how the day is rising
Look how life awakes
Look how today is another day.”

And so together
we ride to work.