March 31st, 2016

Elizabeth Reninger - Dawn

at this time
when the light is not yet
useful, merely

when a bright
honey pours
nectar over a curved
horizon, into a nameless

chalice, and your vision
wakes also, as if
to meet it, touching

when for an endless
moment all
colors are

color a shimmering
fabric an infinite
wisdom this

of pure love, so suddenly

your own. . .

-- from And Now the Story Lives Inside You, by Elizabeth Reninger
Poetry Chaikhana | Elizabeth Reninger - Dawn