way before the sun stretches
i lie awake
with deep soft breath
i lie with a prayer said quietly
yet keen in my heart
i lie in gratitude
in awe of the dried pine needles
with their lilt and swagger
in a dance rhythm
with the breeze
as they pillow themselves
i lie awake
alongside the pace of morning's mute
ringing in my ears
waiting for the magic of today
as it will all begin
again . . .
every moment fully possible
i lie awake
and pick up my Light --
again.
