moments of dawn

First published in 2007

the sun, in harsh stroke,

cuts a sharp line,

breaking the dawn leached wall.

your hand, caught in this sudden brilliance

throws stark contrast to the darkness,

resting quietly over your sleeping form.

motes of dust rise, hang, and the fall,

pirouetting on invisible breeze, and

occasionally catching the light

so that for a moment, 

it seems as if you are holding

ephemeral pieces of

the very sun itself.