It happens in that minute before official sunrise
in the air that is almost spring but yet has winter living in it for a few more weeks
with the sky high and unclouded and the rain due
not for today
a star flicks one last time and the edges of the tops of the houses out my window begin to pink
if I squint my eyes just so
and it is only a minute no longer that the light this light that isn’t yet light skips
into my heart down to my gut and further on into my toes
before traveling licketty-split back the long way up into my head
this lifts me to the place that can only be described with words as joy