come amorphous to the morning,
to the moment when the light hits
and we array ourselves in shine
Before then, of course,
there is much movement -
we rise to meet the air, we drift,
we kiss the edges of the things we know,
we make fog, we roll, we lift
we curl up small and tumble down
All this to know ourselves
in how we let the light be seen,
all this to show our essence
in how we meet the dawn.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 23, 2020
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