As with night
So with dawn:

The yawning
And reaching

But now

With music

There is the opening
To light

Slowly, quietly

Like the turtle
That carries the weight
Of the world
Across the damp grass
To the deep pond

To slip in and be clean
To rise just enough
To bathe in the light
And to eat

Whatever the air offers

And call it good

Because it is enough.

The quiet stillness
Of the turtle

Tells you it is so.

One Single Impression