Up in the mountains, the world
At dawn and the world just before
Dawn really are as different as night
And day. One world’s dark but starred.
Winds are blowing. When there’s no moon,
There’s an arch of black dust, bright souls.
The other world’s bright as bird feathers,
Dusky orange and blue, and birds’ songs
Echo around the pines. The winds die.
Get up there early. Stand still in the dark.
Stretch and yawn. Blink. Whole world slips
Into another whole world, dawns on you.
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