Morning Star
We’re on the same train,
committed to unclogging gridlock,
searching for balance and pure air.
A mere thread divides arrival and retreat;
passion and loathing; triumph and decay.
Venus lights the way at dawn,
where we wield rods of laurel.
Cries from a murder of crows stifled,
trees glow golden red once more.
Flamingoes return to wading.
Starfish grow new arms.
Brainy sperm whales give birth.
Humans resume the voyage to Eden.