The Gift of Hydra

You are the moment in time, you are 
the time on the date, you are the
breath of the party. We are all sunny,

all eventful bystanders. Witnessing,
picking stars from the eyes of the
sky to light the candles of the cake,

& colour the balloons of your new
dawn. We all wish to watch you 
walk into today but please, do not

promise us quietness or whisper.
Light up the night sky with the 
fireworks of your laughter. To be

grey & hale is the porch light 
the hydra left on for you; robots
bend to practise old age from

its rays. Walk in the pride of
fireflies; at the point where 
the night thickens the most, 

we are all practising the patterns 
of your footmarks; the glory of 
living not just once in a lifetime.