The dawn breaks
and the tumultuous night mends

Eyes peel awake
to neatly tend
to the days routine

Minutes pass
a full belly and future prospects take precedence of thought
as the first day hour ends

I take a look at the time
and the path often traveled
through the front door
Always foot forward
in pursuit of forever more

my dominant had turns counter-clockwise and opens
me up to see
that she
has stroked the sky's surface with her smooth bristles
pinks, yellows, blues

hues galore

I maintain gaze forward
toward
a potential passing moment
of oft overlooked wonder

and with this shifting point of view
her artistry adored

I think to myself

maybe
I will look back
no more