25 Sep 2004


The curtain of night rises
as if the show were new. The
solemn brightness,
retreat of shadows:
something happens today (it always does):
we forget darkness, we wake
into the fulfillment
of so long ago: “Let there be light,”
and there was light.
Something happens today (it always does):
somewhere a life is
inexorably altered:
most likely, it will not be you….
In the beginning,
the new day was a miracle,
too far back
to remember;
but here at dawn,
it is yet possible
for one fleeting moment
to feel it, comprehend
(the miracle)
it is, still.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:11 am

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