Remind Me

—a new poem from Makarios, my collection-in-progress

Over the eastern ridge, over the yet

white peaks adjacent to our immodest

Tahoma, dawn’s first amber laves the sky,

reminding our habitual darkness

of an approaching light. I would be thus

reminded, would welcome having my mind

restored to my drowsy constituents.

Yes, above that far ridge the sky receives

the dawn’s amber arms, and for now I am

pleased to be somewhat restored, reminded.