The arrival of mornings

Doubts grew like orchids
on the dry soil of
my tired consciousness
I'm used to
Getting caught off-guard
by the
inquisition of self-loathing
due to exhaustion.
How odd it is
to be familiar with
and surprised by
one and the same situation.
Though
fascinated by its beauty,
I sometimes can't bear
the sunset sky.
And when I feel
menaced by the way,
the evening makes room
for the stars to solidify
on the far side of the night,
I adhere to
Faith in
the arrival of mornings,
Pretending that I still know
what I'll know again,
a few hours from now.

Kerim Mallée

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