Sometimes,
I like to go out to the bus stop
just a few minutes
early, sit in the
cool morning air,
and gaze at the sky
where stars would shine
brightly if not dimmed
by the harsh lights of suburbia.

Everything is still quiet and gray,
the world still resting along
with the sun, except for
the occasional car or two.
There might be a light breeze
or the air might be still
in the soft light
before dawn, as
time ticks by and
the neighboors arrive,
just before the bus comes
to take us away.