New Morning

First, the joy of a new morning.

Pay attention, 
My waking dream says,
Pay attention.

Notice the bird singing,
The morning’s particular glow,
The closeness of the dog-body
Resting on the hard wood floor
Because you are near.

Then, the news.

Another city,
More death, more injury,
More bullets piercing skin,
Piercing hearts,
Piercing lives.

Another broken human
Taking what cannot be given,
Bullet velocity screaming
His pain.

A new mourning.