Before sight, sound—
Before dawn, nothing but wind and trains.
Though I am no diadem, take me into the day
like an offering to the third eye—
In the crown of a birch, the evening star
still burns: so fiercely,
even the fast-moving clouds
can’t extinguish it.
—Luisa A. Igloria
12.24.2010
In response to today’s Morning Porch entry.