Day Of Reckoning
The sun scrambles over the hills
taking census of all its kingdom creatures,
holding them in its grasp
pillaging every forest tree
to an early awakening,
light skipping from wave to wave
capturing everything in its path,
shadows skittering to more safe havens,
snailing into their covered selves.
Now all is lit bright.
Fright has taken flight.
Everything bares its soul
to microscopic inspections.
There is no escaping now.
Drops of sweat appear on furrowed brows
Giving an account of their deeds.
This day is a day of reckonings
measured by the turning of the dial.
There is no stopping now.
Who can say what is false and what is true.
All appears in the light;
all in its naked truth.