WATCHING THE DAY
The sun begins to rise
As the moon drifts down
Towards the sea
Submerged for a day
Ready to begin another night
The rays begin to warm the day
Touching and caressing
Easing over the ground, the trees
The buildings brace for the heat
That will begin the day ahead
People emerge from the slumber of the moon
To begin a day with the sun
The streets are slowly filling
Cars gaining momentum,
Buses stopping and starting
People walking to and fro
The working day begins with pace
As the sun heats, the traffic quickens
The pulse of the city has awoken
Gambling on a day is a common ritual
Watching from my window
The day passes slowly
But for those below the day may never end.
