To be made 
the day must break 
only light can cut the dark.

Left behind,
splinters of white haze
blanket the cool ground,

hovering debris
the only sign 
something else was here. 

Seconds pass 
the sun sees
that it ends.

The gifts of this half way 
between night and day 
vanish,

the low orbit 
air of night
replaced.

I wish 
it would return 
I know it won’t.

People come 
from their houses 
into the dawn;

one, two, three 
now all at 
once

school, work
cars, bikes 
moving 

I hear a train 
in the distance 
doing things 

sweeping up bodies
as it
goes.

We begin, 
anew 
in the light of day 

that pierced
the sky 
of it’s dark