Awareness returns before the sun does,
much too soon.
But for some, it does not.
I reach out my arms, legs and
arch my back
and creak
and crack.
But some cannot.
Pulling away the blanket, I wince
at this cold room.
But some have no choice.
And I temper the chill with a hot shower.
But some must wait for help.
Once I’ve pulled on
and stuffed in
and tied up
All the things for this day,
I walk outside into a morning cold
few experience.
But some know all too well.
The sky is more clear at this hour,
and crisper
than at the previous day’s end.
There are
so
many
stars,
And so
many
wonders.
But down here,
I count sounds on my fingers.
And some never notice.
As the frozen leaves crunch
under my feet,
I see
so very far away,
over the eastern mountains,
Venus pulling up
the Sun.
And so easily I could not.
