Daybreak For Langston Hughes~ A Poem by Rachel Allen

DaybreakFor Langston Hughes
When I get to be a hawk,
I'm going to sing a song of the sky,
And I'll put my wings in it.
And the endless sunset orange of dawn
Endless sky blue
Of high noon
And the endless indigo of the evening sky.
With each pure white star shines a new possibility.
A compass rose with eight directions.
North, South, East, West.
And four in between.
But do I heed the map of the land,
Of mountains and deserts, lakes and oceans, sand and trees?
No.
My wings are my guides.
I follow them, they take me,
Far away.
There is so North or South
Or East or West
Or Southeast, Northwest, Southwest, or Northeast.
Each feather on my wings is a new direction,
A new place, endless possibilities.
And when I get to be a hawk,
I'm going to sing a song of the sky,
And I'll put my wings in it.

Dedicated to my wings