The Golden Edge

the golden edge

glimmering upon the far horizon 

sings like a carol of bells

or the hum of pleasure in our throats 

to herald the arrival of the sun 

the day is back 

it is dawn again and though

you might believe 

that every morning is the same

I promise you 

that the gods do not guarantee

the coming of the light

they do not make promises 

to let us sleep without fear

nested in the soft 

hold of the pillowed bed 

they leave the possibility 

of a black world of ash 

hammered by missile strikes

just outside the door of the self 

each morning 

there is another future

where we are hounded by

the robots we’ve made 

with our own terrible intelligence 

that we know how to harness 

only as well 

as we do our own passions 

and that is why 

I am smiling today 

because we must 

have been good enough

to be given 

one more day of light