Before the Breaking
by Carly Johnson
In the stillness of the in-between
Before the sun has exited his chambers
The soft flow of grey
The anticipation of possibility
Birds calling for the Dawn
Knowing not what it will bring
But dutifully releasing the sound
In agreement with
the perpetual motion of life
Laying there in the drift
The back-and-forth of breath
Of prayer
Feeling the tug
Towards fear or love
Worry or peace
Resentment or acceptance
Domination or surrender
The hour of holiness is fleeting
yet eternal
And life finds pause
In the space before the breaking