“The sun will be beautiful once it falls under the clouds”
By Julia Williams
When the colors burst
and the birds are quieted
in awe of the sky painted,
begging to see it rise again,
may they sing and remind me of the ground
on which every Babel stands.
If only for a moment I’d like to believe,
“tell me that you believe”
This day will pass
and its master will be
an echo of the present.
An unwavering repentance,
granted to me
as a second chance
to every second
I have been given.
So before it sneaks behind the clouds
never again to be seen
let it know the truth:
“tomorrow sun,
you can be new too”
The Trinity Review 