Day comes slowly again

Some mornings like this,

light wakes first sending that soft

wash, gradually

across the horizon

wave by wave opening

across the body of this land

an enormous weight, lifting

slowly, again.

Do you remember what it felt like

when you first opened your eyes

this morning, whenever it was

when you woke up

time slowed to the pace of your breathing

all through the night

when nothing else was possible.

Did you feel the light come in

or is it hard to know

now that it never truly leaves

even after sunset

even through the depths of

these first hours of day

before day’s light arrives.

What can’t be seen clearly

through the night

well maybe it’s not light that gives

sight, anyway

did you remember.

Now, when our eyes close

for the last time,

may the light come

slowly, again.