In the early morning
Under cover of darkness
With only a hint of light in the eastern sky
Looking more like memory than promise
I took the dogs out.
The air crisp, leaves whispering on the trees in a light dawn of creation breeze:
“I hear we’re falling soon; our time has come,” and a leafish response,
“You’re crazy, we’ve been here always and we always will be.”
It’s a day off, so back to bed, granted K-9 permission, “for a nap.”
At 8, a turn in bed brings full sunlight through closed eyelids into my world.
A color, brilliant orange yellow blazes and reveals the leavings of a lifetime of sight floating relaxed within,
And veins and who knows what else, a hidden world suddenly ablaze,
Inner and outer worlds lit in unison, singing silently together
Sitting up at bed’s edge I am filled with a sure appreciation and a word of praise:
I am alive.
The dogs, patiently seated across the room, nod in agreement.
The day begins, not off but on.