dawn dance

for those break 
of day moments when


stars freckle
across soft darkness


satellites blinking furiously
traveling impossibly between lights


suddenly, a shooting star, brilliant 
and gone 


as the birds wake up, only a few at first
pulling up the blue from the sky edges 


a rhombus of gold falling 
out the window down the wall 


music and warmth cascading after
onto a dewy blanket