Ceres Looks at the Morning


I wake slowly.
Already my body is a twilight:
Solid. Gold.
At the edge of a larger darkness.
But outside my window
a summer day is beginning.
Apple trees appear, one by one.
Light is pouring
into the promise of fruit.

Beautiful morning
look at me as a daughter would look:
with that love and that curiosity:
as to what she came from.
And what she will become.

~~ Eavan Boland ~~
(The Lost Land)