Arising to write in the pre-dawn darkness
as the dark sinks down and curls back into itself
a tide creating its own ocean
I have to ask
where does the darkness go?
And as the sunrise slices red tomatoes in the east
I have to ask, if you have a scale sensitive enough
can you weigh sunlight? Fill a jar with it?
Before-sunrise-weight, and after-sunrise-weight,
is there a difference?
Every morning, where does the darkness go
and how heavy is the light? For 25 years
I have been awaiting an answer, and all I hear
is the receding hissing tide of darkness
and feel angelic light on my face.
Tomorrow, I will arise before dawn
to watch this all over again. And
without knowing how darkness disappears
nor what light weighs, I will feel