In the dawn time
When the light lies low
Yet vibrant
When the dew clings
And the earth seems still
But for the footfalls
Of joggers
And the calls
Of crows and gulls
In the dawn time
When my inner silence
Becomes outward peace
And a gentle breath
Inhales all creation
Burrard Inlet
Stanley Park Seawall
Vancouver
British Columbia, Canada, 2014
On location for Motive
OK, I know this image wasn’t taken at dawn. It’s well after sunrise, in fact. But with the tone of light, the dewy grass, the joggers… it feels like dawn. And from that feeling sprang this poem.