Before the Sun Rises

Before the sun rises

to hug the dark cloak

I wake up in a tangle

tired with sleep

that somehow imprints itself

onto my back

which cannot fully stand

I freshen up and find a mug

To awaken me

And perhaps enlighten me

If I feel good

I dine with a plate in hand

But if I feel sad

Or bland

I tangle myself up in

Pillow and heat

I read

I strategize

And plan my time

Sometimes, I’ll go to the store

Or stroll around the street

Better yet, when I bike

that’s when I feel the wind

slowly release in me

What a delight it is

To be slow

Instead of hurried

It makes me want to awake again

So very early