the light swelled
and fell
over the brink of the earth,
flooding opposite to water:
high points before valleys
the world began to glow
in those sacred few moments of first day,
when the air was still damp,
as the light scattered richly through it,
making all that could be seen,
from horizon to horizon to horizon,
a treasure chest -
secret, quiet, precious
new discovered every sunrise
only by early risers
with morning child eyes