Dawn

Tearing through darkness, softening all around, dawn arrives.
Piercing the sky, scattering feathers of color, dawn arrives.
Through the aged crow's harsh voice cutting gentle air, dawn arrives.
Clinging to the faithful wings of birds in flight, dawn arrives.
Touching twelve shades of green on trees standing still, dawn arrives.
Becoming companion to the household insects' embrace in grass, dawn arrives.
Resting on crumbling plaster of fading houses, dawn arrives.
Circling in the brown envelopes of a woman's unsated sighs, dawn arrives.
Wrapped around the wheels of bicycles and rickshaws on dim gray streets, dawn arrives.
Mingling with starlit bird songs in sun-born light, dawn arrives.
Hidden within an innocent dove's breast-warmth, dawn arrives to this city.
Spreading magic in someone's cigarette smoke, someone's tea, dawn arrives.

Down heaven's spiral stairs, gleaming angels descend, each bringing dawn.
Dawn has divided this city's people in two.
Some wake from sleep to see dawn.
Some, unable to sleep, see dawn.
The first group sketches the happy city's face.
The second group covers the sad city's eyes.
Both are strung on dawn's ancient thread.