some findings on dawn [jon waters]

 

Some findings on dawn:

Dawn as metaphor: as a crack in the sky, trapeze artist, red balloon.

Beat up into the sky by birdsong (William Carlos Williams) and clear vowels, a handful of notes (Sylvia Plath). Love set you going like a fat gold watch.

As beginning, departure, exploration, bobbing out into the unknown, like an early morning swimmer.

As NASA mission, 2007 - 2018, to visit Ceres and Vesta, protoplanets in the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter.

As singing the pinks.

Confusion around dawn’s color: The greying of the day. The morning redness. The bluing of the world.

Dawn as persona. Dawn French, Dawn Wells, Dawn Harper-Nelson.

On the topic of Olympia: Dawn is Eos, sister of Helios, the sun god, and Selene, the moon goddess. Orion’s lover and mother of the winds (Zephyrus, Notus, and Boreas), and of the evening star.

Dawn as cool fruit, soft-spun air, the veil of night, the gauze of morning.

When men and glass(?) are asleep.

Dawn as rush hour, the red of tail lights on a bruised horizon.

As multi-player survival horror game. As virtual tribe.

As a search for water, “cow-heavy and floral,” pushing clumsy hands into dark cupboards, scanning for ice on distant planets.

As orbit and release.

As promise by repetition. Groundhog day, new beginnings.

As dish soap, degreaser, dog shampoo. As vitamin supplement. 2018 Rolls-Royce model.

As just after the darkest time.

As mine, and yours, and ours.

A secret time, a doorsill between worlds.

As loss. As something that always, despite everything, finds us.