I wake at 4

I wake at 4
To the sounds
Of the earth crying

​Poetry brewing
Like the day’s
First cup of tea

A single eagle
Circles silently
The final chapters of
A blackened night sky

The sea floor bubbles
As steam rises
From pavements
And parking lots

Rain drops fall
On the surface of
A midnight blue sea

Tears returning
To whence they came

Soon, sunrise
Will make dry
Of everything

Another day of
Trying to Make Sense
Working
While wondering

I listen to my heart beat
Feel the whisper of my breath
Trace the fine grain of my palms
Taste the salt of tears on
My just-woke cheeks

​And let us be held
By the poetry of it all