Dance ‘ti’l Daybreak by Kailah May T. Paceno
I took a step, cracks bolted through the ground.
With a wave of his arm, a patch of flowers sprouted from the crevices.
Left foot forward—
soot and gravel were swept by our feet,
fields of green sprung forth. Right foot forward—
we made our way towards each other,
clear, blue waters flowed.
With our palms facing, both worlds teemed with life.
Gripping a handful of soil, I mold my likeness in clay.
He does the same, granting vitality to my creation. The tears we shed became rain to cleanse the remnants of past ruin, and provide nourishment for the future we pinned our hopes on. When the drizzle has passed, we returned to the clouds; a pair of trailblazers leaving behind specks of radiance, to rouse the sun from its slumber—bathing the world in embracing light. A new dawn approaches, and all that has been loved is born anew.
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