Poem: Sometimes I Wake

Sometimes I Wake

Sometimes the sun wakes before me now,
making me feel behind on the day.
I do treasure the slow dark mornings of winter so, but
I'll take the invitation of early dew to bare feet and
growing light on the horizon. In knowing that Mother Nature too,
must enjoy some season of early mornings - exhalted
by birdsong and first blooms.

Sometimes I wake before the sun, 
making me feel in tune with the universe.
Coming alive with the day, in a way
intimate
and deeply biological.
Long awake chickens cluck and crow
amidst the robins and thrashers calls - 
more in tune with this cycle than we humans will ever be, 

but all
a part of the same intricate web of life.