Now I turn my back on the moon

And wait for the sun to rise.

I know it will.

I listen to the crickets sing

And the wind brush through the treetops.

Soft clouds cover the night sky,

Dropping the curtains on the stars

And the second act of their play,

Setting the stage for act three.

What character will the Sun play for me this morning

In the great dramatic star of the color-filled sunrise?

And …. Will I choose to be the protagonist or antagonist today in act four?

And… what exactly is my motivation 

In becoming for or against 

Any of our current made up ideologies?

-jenn