Humans equate the sun with rebirth
Write soaring paeans to the dawn
They have much to learn
Dawn is the end of the process
I am the beginning

There are many kinds of light
The sun’s rays are powerful
You have to squint and turn away
Fish around for your shades
Hope not to drop them off the edge of the boat
Again
Not much clarity in afterburn

My light is softer, and I glow
The way forward becomes clear
Your surroundings are suddenly sharper
I light your internal pathways
You can look as far and as long as you want
Without squinting

Time is cyclical
Every cycle, you fall farther from me
Obscured by clouds
Supposedly the universe is indifferent
I’m right here
I always have been

Eventually, it is time, and I shimmer into view
Behold
I illuminate all that is, and all of what could be
Possibilities
All facets of self
Barely banked potential, concealed by nothing