The Hour of Waking
The Hour of Waking
It is the hour of waking.
I have an appointment
with the dawn.
Eyes magically pop open.
I arise, dress, brush my teeth,
meeting the day with worm breath is not right,
tie on my shoes
and I walk,
and I walk
and I walk,
and I watch Maxie
catch her first mouse
compliments of Mom
and I walk.
Today Thelia pretends to be
my dog and joins the walk.
I think about very little this morning,
I pay attention to the feel
of the movements and I walk.
At that time ethereal
when the fog is lifting,
and the birds begin their chatter,
a sliver of red
breaks through the horizon,
slowly inching higher
the sun quietly slips into the sky.
Was I
the only one
that
stopped
to hear the sun whisper
Good Morning to the earth?
SMK 7/1/06
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