poem - That Baby

...blue sky
disfigured by smog clouds, brown
reflecting city lights, wells of light,
gathered around lamposts strewn in some dot pattern

The baby of the blue sky
Disfigured by smog clouds
Brown reflecting city lights
Wells of light gathered around
Lampposts strewn in some
Dot pattern below revealing curb and
Crosswalk. Those clouds
Flee in windy chase towards
Their brightening morning address.
Capped in brighter tones of
Rising, revealing sun. Rumors
Only that steeple and flag
Receive sun’s glow first.
Risen sun, the Other, showed
First not on our caps, but in
Our need – that baby again.

published April 2008 in Poets Espresso