A Myth To Be Told Only In Daylight

I

There was a lone night who called in a weary voice,
calling to all the other nights, from before and to come.
But they wouldn't listen in their darkness.
They whispered among themselves about the day
that never came. And even the stars believed, because
they wanted to, because to believe otherwise meant
their own demise. "But where did we come from?" asked
the nights among themselves. The stars wondered, too.

II

The baby came out of the night into the day.
And the woman pulled herself from the drowning
lake, sat on a naked boulder turning dark
from her wetness.The boulder moved, though
that's not possible; it wanted to see, though
it can't see, the darkness beneath it for thousands
of years, wearing away, particle by particle,
so the day would come when the woman sat on it.