Between the illuminations of great mornings
there comes the dailiness of doing and being
and the hand as it makes as it brightens burnishes
the surfaces seemings mirrors of the world
We do not know the springs of these colored and loving
acts or what triggers birth what sleep is
but name them as we name bird-wakened morning
having our verbs of the world
to which all action seems
to resolve, being
to go, to grow, to flow, to shine, to sound, to glow,
to give and to take, to bind and to separate,
to injure and to defend
we do not even not even know why we wake
but some of us showing the others
a kind of welcoming
bringing a form to morning
as a woman who recognizes
may offer us a moment and the names
turning all shame into a declaration
immediately to be followed by
an act of truth
until all seemings are
illumination
we see in a man a theme
a dream taking over
or in this woman going today who has shown us
fear, and form, and storm turned into light
the dailiness of our being and doing
morning and every time the way to naming
and we see more now coming into being
see in her goings as in her arrivings
the opening of a door
— Muriel Rukeyser ”The Seeming” in The Speed of Darkness