Even dawn begins before it’s beginning.
from The White Lion by Claudia Rankine in The 1619 Project.
I have always hoped that something was happening for me, beyond me. A something that would take care of me. This something would make things happen before the sun burst through.
Now, I know there is not this something.
Still, I can feed the pre-dawn.
I believe in the power that comes before the light comes. I will invest in it. I will hope in it.
I want the predawn to change me.
How can I cooperate with that?