Dawn Jog

Dawn broke

and my legs were carrying

me down

the main street.

Like fireflies to light,

buildings clustered around it

until they themselves

ended in fields.

.

Past the hotels

and lights of bars,

I ran

until I saw

something

that spooked me.

.

It was a man

hunched over

in the dead of morning.

He wasn’t moving.

.

As I got closer

I wondered

what should I say

to the only other person

out at dawn.

.

As I got closer and closer

I saw who he was,

a cowboy.

His features harried

and carved

out of painted wood.

.

The bars were more alive

then him.

A relic designed

to sell a story.

Like the Jesus built on the park bench,

I thought he was homeless.

I got scared

of the shapes in the distance.

I was out alone,

with dawn just broken.

.

A fear born out of not knowing-

what if-

it’s what scared me-

the not knowing-

the lack of trust-

for humanity.

 

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