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
a summer day is beginning. Apple trees
appear, one by one. Light is pouring
into the promise of fruit.
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)