And the cock crowed at midnight, witching hour!
Space between yesterday and tomorrow
A tiny space of now.
I slept and did not hear its clarion call to the world that caused small animals to look up in wonder and large ones to feel the pull in their bellies
I felt it in my bones though and dreamt of earthquakes and tidal waves and great waves sweeping the earth.
In the chicken coop an egg was beginning to hatch, the chick following blind instinct to hit out at the darkness surrounding it, to crack, to break, to pull to pieces.
Imagine! All the world the chick has ever known is about to get as big as eternity.
But then, the world is the perfect size for each of us and we should not be afraid of the space between the stars.
c. Cliodhna quinlan 2007
