Some New Day

Yesterday crept away,
Like a thief in the night,
Prancing away on tipped-toes,
With stolen voices,
Marred days,
And all hope packed away.
The hours danced around,
Lingering like humidity during
summer dusks.
Everything was stalled and hinged,
On the movement of your heart.
I stood,
time/still,
In this foreign life/place,
Trying to keep tomorrow away with sheer will,
Trying to hold onto some dream.
this me
this you
this us
this we that would never be.
Yesterday slinked off,
As I was sleeping,
Dreams full up with your face,
A life lived with you,
Like some prison formed by your pace.

And,
in days after,
I moved about like sludge,
Thick and craftless,
Slow moving.
There was no life here.

Some intrepid morn,
I stepped outside on
a misty Summer's day,
and, the wet grass beneath my feet
felt good.
and, the winds embraced me warmly,
full up with comfort and delight.
and, the sun began to shine on my brownskin,
warm and whole.
And, I knew,
in that instant,
Days will begin and end,
without you.
I will breath in and out,
without you.
I will hear music,
without you.
I will live,
In this time,
In my own way,
Forward thinking,
Song singing,
Dream catching,
And love giving.

Jason Christopher Johnson
August 9, 2012