Most dawns come so slowly
that you don’t really see the light’s increase —
it’s just that you’re aware it’s getting brighter.

Most days are born that way — gradually.
I find in their gradual coming
a great time for pondering
how it is
and how it was
and how it will be
as the day unfolds.

Yesterday  I ventured to think
how it used to be
when my mother sent me off to school.

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