Another morning arrives.
In itself it is painless and whole.
It is doubtless which means fearless.
Thin clouds of night that hid the stars
have left with little fanfare.
The slope of rock and scattered scrub, shines.
In some other age this might be
the moment of trial –
a bow, and then the clash of blades.
All that training
and the outcome is the same –
you either live or die.