Dawn

Tendrils of light weaving up through the clouds

Waking hulking buildings of glass and steel

Animating them with colour

Toy Cars wind slowly in lines below, head lights still on

As cyclists speed past congestion.

The cat is proud she has woken me again

And ingeniously acquired a can opener.

The coffee is tasting good as a warm shower beckons.

I am infinitely grateful for these brief mercies.

Soon I'll be in the morning and the day will take me

Sucking me into the bedlam of expectations

And eternity of routine.

There will never be time enough

But dusk will come and darkness will follow

And so much will be left undone,

Especially the impossibilities.

Till again I pray alone

For the promise of dawn.

The sun has risen.