Still dark
No hints of dawn
Yet I know
It will come
I am awake in the early morning, pondering all that troubles me.
poetry, prose, and photography
Eternal movement
Hands sprinting on these dials
Relentless motion
Forcing wakefulness
I resist vigorously
Weariness grinds
I pull my dust together
And rise
āA sunrise
Wakefulness comes
Not yet ready
I resist

Summer’s hints remain
Echoes of heat and sunshine
Sunny autumn morn
Awake
Against my will
My uncontrollable mind
Second guessing my life
Every choice open to
Ridicule
Through my open window
A lone bird’s chatter
This strange, calm click
Answers my insanity
With a call
For tea