Posted: 10/02/22

Sunrise 18 January - Gaynor Harkin

My vigil, my city, my home.

Like an awakening, the sun began to rise

The eyelid slowly opening to reveal the light

The humming of the traffic sounds like breathing air

With people slowly entering the city like food entering the mouth

The arteries and veins soon filled to hear the heart beat sound

The moon over the west slowly releasing its protective light over the city

The sunrise lets the eyelids reveal more as the misty blanket is slowly unfolded.

The light links the buildings bringing a warmth energy to them, which brings life to the city.

The sun slowly melts the frost on the roofs letting steam off which looks like the warm breath of air coming from the mouth.

Slowly the cover is taken back to reveal its bowels,

Some think not so pretty but this is where the work is done

To revealing its beauty, where others come to see what this city offers.

I look to the East, my first home, my childhood and happy days, but hardship for my Mum.

I look to the West and this is where I met my true love, settled, set up home and family.

The birds calling like a parent, time to wake up, don’t miss the beauty you can see.

I can see the docks, the shipyards which helped this city grow

Slowly the eyelids finally open,

The sun showing the city off to all its glory.

What a lucky girl am I

Do those people down below realise what I can see?!

Only the lucky few get to see, including the statues, weather vanes and roof tops.

Oh if I could do this again.

My vigil, my city, my home. <3