Two Dawns

By Mildred Barthel

With half-awake syllables,

We greet each new

Passenger

On our before-dawn drive

To seminary.

Hunched in cold coats,

We barely notice

The light dusting of snow

On the streets.

Once inside

The church house,

We become more aware of each other.

Here,

Scripture chase and discussion

Sunlight our minds,

Regardless

Of the pewter dawn

Januarying outside.