I wake long before the sun
and drink deeply of the darkness
and hot coffee,
contemplating the stillness
of the night
and the coming dawn.
In its infancy,
the day has great potential;
before daylight
illuminates both
our glory and our shame.
Before the symphony
of discordant voices
are handed their sheet music;
to begin another march,
or dance,
or funeral dirge.
There are moments
in the pre-dawn
when one can wonder
at the coming of the day.
Excitement and trepidation,
nervous and elated,
nearly overcome at the arrival
of that pink-gold light on the horizon.
In the brief moments
before we roll upon our orbit,
spinning to face that
ball of burning gas again;
in the darkness,
I can be unique,
different and special.
In the light of day,
we are all the same,
but the dark sets us apart.
Sometimes I wonder
why I even sleep?
HG – 2016
