The glow-worms had hidden after the night
And I was awake before the first flash of light;
I was waiting for the new day’s new sight
With objects, revealing around me, in delight!
And, as the sun brighter began to enter
Through windows with the rays slanting off-center,
It was directed by glass or edited by a curtain
Filtered through to claim a space for certain!
At times an ephemeral art...