How does the day break
How does the dawn crack
She opens her throat before the light
Her dawn song pierces the pitch of night
What hope what knowing what intimation
Sparks in the dark to conceive the day
Where is fresh truth to be found
What seed stirs deep in the ground
What fragment what margin what singular chord
Wings past us in haste for fear of the sword
What chance do we have of capture or meeting
With angels so flighty with spirits so fleeting
Where do we learn how to fly
How do we dare risk the fall
What ludicrous folly what trick of unknowing
Allows us to feel the wings that are growing
She turns and looks back in a moment of knowing
The feathers are there – her new life unfolding