Waking up early can be sublime.
Without needing sleeping bag, backpack or food,
You summit highest mountains.
You see light born brilliantly on each leaf,
All trees born again in the rays,
The quiet of a scene that will turn riotous,
Hearing prophecy from birds of an awakening world.
The stillness allows you to see that you unfold
Into being by early sun too, a slow awareness
That alarms protest. The morning air is so cold;
Even the hottest of days rolls out gradually.