Where the light gathers

Some mornings the light arrives before we do.
It finds the table, the bare wall,
and two small things left where they fell.

A pair is never quite a pair.
One catches the light first,
the other waits,
and for a moment they hold it between them.

They were not made to be loud.
They were made to stay close,
where only a turn of the head
can show what they keep.

This is where Diary of Light begins:
in the small, almost secret moments
when a piece of jewellery becomes yours.