Center for Creative Inquiry

Dawn Spell


I am the blue air open sky today,

     I bear the seed of light,

The living dawn core radiance,

     The break up of the night spell,

The unwavering build

     Of the forward driving

Mantric day rush,


The loom first known in gull cry,

     Sensed by eye lift

And tongue riff,

     They all derive with me,

We share the birthstone,

     As common

As a calendar,

     But a lot better,

I observe the silent pelican

     As it cores the breaking wave,


I fly through too

     To demonstrate

The certainty

     Of my beating heart,

Doing so used to shake me up,

     Not any more.

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