On a dark morning
before morning, after night,
it is time to stir.
please enjoy the additional sonnet that required writing:
Ode to A Dark Morning
Coming out of sleep
in the dark sky of morning before morning,
of morning after night.
There's only so much rotting to do
before it's time to roll up and roll out
carried toward the door
on the memory of a destination,
muscles in motion to nowhere.
The air is thick with dreaming and dew.
My tongue tastes the ghosts of Dr. Pepper
and Camel Lights and decades passed,
shaking off the cottonmouth before dawn.
I cherish the dark morning's shift to day
walking to waking with gentle feet.
