Adam, The Sun Still Rises

On the days that you are bathed in darkness,
I wait to watch the shudder of dawn break open on you,
Sunshine yolk spilling down your angular features.

And in those moments of embryonic freedom:
the breaths of fresh air in swimming pools when we were young,
I can see you as you were, before the days grew long
and your responsibilities rose to drown you.

Before you blew out thirteen candles
and wrinkles stretched out from the corners of your mother's eyes
like a cat yawning in sunlight.