Are early mornings better than late ones?
On the one hand, one can hear the silence
break into a hundred miniature suns
and then fuse with the one that climbs the fence:
Between time and divine there is a clear,
and the light would seem to inhabit it –
So to wake and watch the world reappear
would seem to be outside of man's ambit:
It's a gift then – but on the other hand,
the sounds of trucks sloshing, streaking on by,
and the greenish streaks in the dawn sky-band
might make a dreamer forget how to fly:
And that is a shame, although it's the truth –
daylight is the facts, darkness is uncouth.
urbansonnets 