

The Promise of Dawn
sometimesa new dawn has already arrivedmodestly and unheraldedwhile we were still sleeping,while we were still warming our unmade beds,the uncovered gravesof who we were just yesterday. it arrivedquietly,even as the first motionsof birdsong were passed,to the undiscerning ears of the worldentrained to the bustle of traffic,kettles boiling,and the unwelcome stirringsof