Dawn is Breaking
The vastness of what can’t be seen spreads,
inky black landscape painting, barely smeared
with a hint of purple: dawn is breaking.
Liberty, she stands, torch held aloft,
reaching fruitlessly into the sky
striving for a goal she'll never reach -
but her flame burns everlasting, and that
is more than many can say. Water ripples
at her feet, sheared to each side by
passing ships and ferries, and meanwhile
the sky and city struggle awake.
Poem by Karis Rogerson
Oct. 31, 2019