December Dawn

Restless energies from a nocturnal netherworld
dash between states of materiality,

unprepared for the suddenness of the day.

They experiment with vapors, then

condense, dissociate, crystallize.

The dawn spies on a boudoir of elements

and calls forth animation.

Is the light 'light' without eyes to see?

Life maneuvers just so, searching for sustenance above the waves,

sunlight transmogrified in a food chain taken to flight.

Vapors feed the clouds.

The rocks transform in geologic time, liquid, solid, liquid, solid.

I depend on their familiar order.

The sky mediating all things, brings the day, a promise kept.

Thermodynamics makes space for quantum mechanics

in the laboratories of curiosity and creature comfort.

Within a molecule vast entities jostle and hum.

Vapors change domains in the living cells.

Reveille frolics on the relative warmth of the sea this morning

while the color blue, rare and precious on land,

lavishly relieves the shadows of the night.