As night turned overhead,
twisting the latch that would open wide a new day,
the sky inched itself one shade closer to morning.
The edges of it already aglow with the promise it was eager to keep,
while anxious light waited and watched for God’s cue.
Buzzing below the surface of dawn,
making plans to adorn every space
that had begun to believe the dark’s cruel persistence.
Gradually lifting the weight of that darkness with new light,
until all that was left of night
was the sheer and shadowy reminder at our feet.