Emily Bjustrom
At Dawn I could be anywhere:
on the edge of my desk,
talking about
what it means to be a Mountain.
I’ve sat the Dawn on Mountains and Beaches.
Alone in a New Light,
I too am Aflame,
burning paper Bridges.
Between people
bridges connect as much as they separate.
When you make a promise you should keep it.
I am nothing without my word.
The Dawn is a cold fire,
the Dawn is a Promise,
unshakable in its certainty.
This moment
like everyone before it
sparks and catches.
Saturday's Sirens 