Reborn

The womb of morning contracted,
birthing fragile but familiar light.
Fluorescent thoughts of possibility
conquer abysmal frights of night.  
The birds converse
about dawn's multiple destinies.
Choices versus inevitabilities.
Behold the starlings cry,
full of harsh trills but gentle rattle.
A rapid alternation of chords
I lay down my mental swords,
as the sun is poured.
Onto another daily battle.