People talk often of the Sunrise.
Of the excitement of the colors
The reds,
Oranges,
Pinks,
Yellows,
Shouting, Spinning, Twisting.
Life is exciting enough.
I don’t need sunrise.
I sit at the window
And wait.
Pressing my fingers against
The cold
Dark night.
It’s shy at first
Peeking it’s head around
The curtain of dark.
It’s not the sun.
It’s the blue.
The blue that goes on forever,
The blue that breaks hearts
And puzzles intellectuals.
The blue that fills you with so much
Pain and happiness.
I sit alone,
Breathing in blue.
While everyone else
Looks east.
Originally published in KidSpirit Online for the A Lens on Learning issue.
When Sofiy Inck wrote this poem, she was 14 years old. Sofiy lives in Brooklyn, New York, and has been on the KidSpirit editorial board for five years. She has numerous interests, including nerdy TV shows, dead languages, and dying her hair to match her mood.
Artwork by Dylan Doyle, created when she was in the 9th grade. She lives in Yarmouth, Maine.