So peaceful is the quietude

that comes with early morn…

before the rush of people,

the bleating tone of a car horn.

Cats are tied in knots on  bed,

all the world is mine to behold.

Now is the time to ponder…

wrapped in fleece against the cold.

Today I am the beginning

rather than a tired old end.

Today in this quiet place

life and motive seem to blend.

But alas my tender morning

is shattered with those who live,

who make the world a humming

storm strained through a sieve.

Once I was one of the scurrying

bees… doing, accomplishing.

Now life is narrowed down to these

dawn hours of contemplating.

I can now but observe it all,

make my words come alive again…

Traces of shadow-memories

of all that I have seen and been.