Second Sunrise Over Manchester

The drowsy sun rises, driving the haunting darkness into oblivion.
The night was long and near endless, though our exhausted bodies refused to sleep.
Our minds are alight with excitement, our bodies abuzz with the desire to move.
But where can we go, confined as we are within this metal bird?
The pink clouds are chariots for the Gods, the glinting ocean a parent’s lecture.
We are free and trapped, unable to leave yet unchallenged by suffocating caretakers.
Has it only been twelve hours?  It feels like an eternity.
Did we not see the sun awaken as we gathered to embark on our journey?
Soon we will be in the Old World, the home of our ancestors.
When I explore Berlin, will I be retracing the footsteps of my grandmother’s grandmother?
I’m on the adventure of a lifetime, yet I fear when my memory fails me.
When the sunrise is hidden, what will I remember?