What has really changed from every yesterday
With a paper and a title
Suddenly an opinion becomes “expert”
Every word equated to truth
Hours and days and years culminating
Unto a single moment--
But how different from the moments before
When I awakening into the blackness of dawn
Staring out into the depths
And left to wonder if dawn knows it is fleeting

Is any day unlike its’ brother
Does one snapshot of time factor so deeply  
Such that what once was, now refined
Emerges from crucible a new creation?
And I, another actor
A character awaiting the cue to enter stage right
With bright lights shining down
Blurring out the faces of a nameless congregation
Yet buried within the blindness of the flame
The future of another sits within the shadows
Unknowingly relaxed, simply biding time
Waiting for a treatment, a cure, a friend?
And we the equipped
Wade forward,
Cautious of the future, true to past;
Living the present.