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