It is a new day: a rainy one, and cold,
but the sun that hides beneath its cloud-blanket
(much as I do on days like this)
will show itself eventually--
when our tilted axis
twirls the earth to a warmer, brighter position,
Yet, while the sun moves on without me,
I too shall hide
until my own excuses are exhausted,
until the overwhelming tide recedes,
until I can negotiate the shifting sand
beneath my feet.
It has been too long a winter
with my axis angled away
from life and warmth and hope.
The time has come to turn
toward the light.
It is a new day.
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