First Day

Alone on the edge of the sea, I helped the sun rise.
I had the chrism of the liquid, which is the essence of the world, and salt on my lips,
worthy to preside over the ceremony of establishing light.
The infant of the day did not easily distinguish itself from the opposite dark rock,
although it had a halo of light that became more intense.

I welcomed the newborn light and baptized it with air. I will not testify to the name.
An persistent horsefly had objections and did not hide it.
I gathered the strength of the spirit, which gives birth to existent and non-existent things,
and I took the path of the day. And I had the feeling that it is mine.