Tuned in to the Spin

The first faint light
That’s not from night
Is rare to see
With your own eyes.

You need to stay
Out where it’s stars,
And not a lot,
Or none, else shines.

You need to sit
Hours, front of dawn.
Don’t wait for it.
Sit. Let it come.

There’ll be no glow
First in the East.
There’s a slight shift
In sight. You’ll see.