a new morning is growing
in the window—like the shores
of another, alien world
unfurled for the first time
at the calm of low tide,
salved by the balm
of a prophecy unheralded
of a prophecy unheralded
and washed in colors
never seen before by anyone—
except perhaps by the first eye
to get squeezed shut
at night beneath some
primordial lid.
Does a word exist for this
new twist on existence?
The other side of night
is daylight, sure,
but the other side
of darkness in its essence—
would that be called clearness?
Invisibility? In any case,
Invisibility? In any case,
it must be a color
worth savoring, because it's
a color we haven’t
got a name for.
