I’ve never been a morning person
Until today
There is a quality of silence
A window of opportunity
Before the brake squeal of the 5:35am bus
Reminds us of the outside world
A kind quiet
Potential
Dream canvas
As if the waking can absorb the dreams of the sleepers
The last glimpses of REM
Before the sharp alarm jolt
And into the system they go
But in this pause
This liminal space
We listen deeply
Up with the newborns and the neardeaths
Those who know the truth the deepest
Furthest from their ideas of themselves
And closest to what is…
Now
Sunrise
Sunset
Tick tock
Watching the future become the present
Moment by moment
Unfolding like origami
The last moments of sun time
Before clock time
Sweeps us into its secular rhythm
Inhale
Exhale
Yellow soft whisper light
Warm mug
Shhhhhh
Even the air is sleeping
Listen
