Each day makes window,

makes new light in time for sky,

            moves waved light suntall

            curling for new room

to wake, and her smile moves light,

            moves time, places place.

            She wakes window. My

mother sounds time, she tells words

            to let light be there,

            and there itself be

there, called like music awake

            songbelled and floating—

            vision shored. Windowed

sheetlight paces walls, time walks

            shadows through doorways

            of rhyming echoes

opensonged. Our voices learn

            step by singing step

            to name each sound we

see. Sunshine turns words, and tells

            the books we can read.