In the First Place

When the sky is bone,
Whistle-clean fossil
Polished bare of clouds,

And it’s just past dawn
In stony desert,
Sun still blocked by cliffs,

Daylight gets subtle.
No flaming colors,
Just pale, brightening

To a kind of white
Before any blue,
And it’s hard to say,

However careful
You are, and focused,
When light becomes day.

The lines weren’t erased.
Just goes to show no
Lines in the first place.