Awaring

is last night's crumbs, onion skins, and scraps
of paper at dawn, months of winter cobwebs
clinging to the window corners, plus these
cracked-concrete floors and decades-old,
decrepit brown furnishings, all

come clean and alive in fresh desert light,
the first blaze of morning that creates
a new, open space, gold-flowering embrace,
for whom all dull things glow!