6am Gloaming

it is a day haunted by beginnings

scented with salt and bergamot

it is a day dark

dawn waiting to stretch it’s light

it is a day heavy with small efforts

sleep stoned feet aching forward

it is a day weighted with potential

joys unexpected caressed with stars

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Broached

why is it

that I love questions so?

I am keen to ask

I am thrilled to answer

why is it

some inquiries are scary?

because the answer might be no?

but that is the risk

there may be no response

or one that was not wanted

curiosity is a glory, though

once the subject is broached

at least then

you will know