Waking

Waking

by Dajan

When he wakes, it is to the sound of trucks running along the ascending roads.

When he wakes, it is to the smell of dust and sweat and sun-baked ground.

When he wakes, it is to the sight of a pock-marked cityscape on the opposite side of his windowpane.

When he wakes, it is to the smile of her on his small face.

When he wakes, it is to the new day in an old place.

When he wakes, it is to the calling of his name.

A dark sky during a heavy rain.

When he wakes, it is to the bright day after a cleansing rain.