High in the mountains 
windows I assume catch 
the very earliest sun
and begin to smile 
from south to north 
and it just feels 
like I’m the Creator 
viewing the infinite glow
of glory and galaxy 
moments after I declared 
let it be good 

This is 
by far 
my most
favorite time 
when everything 
stretches and 
yawns and 
takes that 
first fresh 
breath of 
new day 
it’s almost 
as though 
everything comes 
to a 
complete stop 
for just 
a moment 
until began 
begins again 

It’s the delicate 
for me the 
spoon on side
of cup the 
sigh and that
very first slurpy
sip of coffee 
making laughter and 
some off-color commentary 
about absent grace 
that prompts me 
and pardons you 
this silly morning 
dance this date
with dawn affection 
this pause and 
relief of relaxed
and quiet mood 

And like sleet
that comes before 
snow and after 
rain this middle 
lane of moisture 
taps and tinks
and tickles me 
it’s the maybe 
of most and
mayhem of many 
the uh oh
of interest and 
the caution and 
cause of nerves 
realizing that I 
might be delayed 
and the reason 
to stay here 
with you awhile 

It is the last 
few of almost everything 
and everywhere and everyone 
that I surely miss 
long before I go
every time I went 
for all those things 
that for so long 
or for so short 
weren’t just there but 
will also be here 
until and at last
others will replace them 
making always more every