Before the dawn, a cat meditation,

a stillness, a gathering of the self,

on the precious border,

between night and day,

turning inward, closing my eyes too,

feeling, not seeing, the new day warm my face,

thinking of the union we all need with love,

a Golden wing from an angel’s heart touched

the ground,

then kissed the windowpane.

We meet the morning,

in the sacred quiet,

we step upon it,

and whisper to our souls,

sssshhhh,

“To dance!”