Dawn's First Light
by Joan Currie

I open my eyes
and stare at the light
peeping through the shutters.

When I shift my gaze
to the ceiling,
I see herds of zebra ghosts
resting there.

But when I blink,
they are gone!

A stronger light now
streams into my room,
its fingers, elongated
exclamation points
reach across my 
bedclothes
and beckon me to rise.

The day has begun!