Light Cracks

There’s infinite beauty

in the sound of light cracking.

The resounding peace

of the pointed site

barely sought in the pale morning,

When few are truly present

to see

and the world is drunk

from spinning too fast,

left wobbling from the night before.

When it finally stops

for a moment,

the one true glance

of the horizon

shot across Earth’s equator bow,

The Sun begins to rise.

Bliss in an instant.

How we forget the daily miracles we have together.