Dawns like Snowflakes
Since Homer set Agamemnon, Ulysses, Achilles--
All the grubby Greek army--asail to mighty Troy
In the “rosy fingered dawn” of European civilization
To wage a war, not for flighty Helen, but for lapis lazuli,
Sainted Shakespeare put his glorious words in the mouth
Of the hoodlum, bipolar, teen-age murderer, Romeo,
“envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east
and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain top”
I am rendered dumb and mum about the daily phenomenon
The sky displays beyond my window as I breakfast.
Often, stunned to silence, I grab my Canon Sure-shot
To take yet one more photo of yet another blazing formation
Seasonally changing its horizontal location
Painting varied clouds and sky in ever-new combinations.
Damnit! All I can do is answer the Hagaddah question and say
This dawn is different from every other dawn every single day
--like snowflakes, like people.