New light breaks on nascent morn
As I circumambulate Driscoll Lawn,
I could walk this circle for hours,
Listening to my feet move in symmetry,
My old shoes on the red brick metronome
Squeaking their tranquil rhythm,
To coax my mind to and fro,
Like a playful game of tug-o-war.
In shadows of fraternities
That sleep off drunken revelries,
Here I am the lone lawn gnome
Drinking warmth of first light alone.
I watch the past and future fight
Sky-wrestling before my lifted eyes,
For yesternight is a lingering dream,
A firmament of simplicity,
An evanescent memory,
Like the black fading into light,
Carried on feathered wings of time,
Through spinning chaotic spheres
Toward an elegant uncertainty.
But here I see fingers of divinity
Tracing patterns in the stars above,
Compelling cryptic reminders
Of a quiet, distant hope to come.
