yet another morning

it took a birth and a half
before they could say who,
and two hundred years and
a million deaths at least
before they grew up to
what ever they should have
become to call themselves
men or gods or rainbows

and this morning when they woke up
it was not just another day not just
another morning of the usual sun and its rise

things had changed like the new shape
of the early morning smoky mist shivering
showing shapes of yourself
various manifestations in black gray or blue

yet another morning -
good morning