Light’s Disturbed Dawn
by Odin Roark

While neuroscience probes deeper
into that place beyond quiet,
where radiator rumble,
refrigerator hum,
pipe rattling,
ceases to be.

Yet…

The why of our hidden thinking core
remains undiscovered.

Even as a dog knows,
beneath opening and closing mouth yawns,
an alley cat fathoms the situation while cleaning silently in the night.

Why is it adults know little of the silence of thought beyond simple understanding,
save the innate consciousness that precedes pursuit of quiet noise?

Perhaps…

Insight remains reluctant,
fearful of its own discovery,
where lexicons unknown
will articulate shadowed inflorescence
where blooms of vision will implore.

What happened to the baby in all of us, discerning
sight's first experience,
and pleads for more.

Innate Innocence…

Always tenuous for the adult,
remains accessible to the courageous
anxious to return the joy of awe
to those fearless of time.

We can only wonder…

Will human’s destiny reveal the dawn,
that rare sense of security beneath a mother’s breast,
when serenity becomes fate's guide into darkness?

To many, such is the moment light awakens from its sleep...
only to shine its luminosity on a disturbing dawn.