a wrinkle in time..

...after the night ends and before the day starts. when the streets are finally quiet. when all the shoppes and bars have closed, and the bakeries haven't opened. when the morning light first bleeds into the black of night and distorts the streetlights, who know not whether to be on or off. when the birds open their eyes, but not their mouths--still trusting silence to be safer--is this why they sing so with the sun? when the snow sighs its warning, watching the sun drift into being; staking its claim on the cold, and the dead, of the night. it's when beauty remembers that after the darkness there is light, and turns the world in anticipation. it's when i like best to wake... when the day holds its breath and waits for the wrinkle in time to fold again and usher in the sun.