There is something
about waking at 5 -
what is it? -
that keeps bringing me back.

It is the silence
that is so loud.

It is the darkness
that perfect amount of glare.

It is the rare headlights
seen from afar
You being to wonder.

It is the tip toeing down
the excitement when it creeks.

It is the break from humanity
''it's just me now.''

It is the two leaves
shaking so slightly.

It is the odd lone star
that fades away.

It is watching black
turn red
then blue.

It is waiting
one
by
one
for the house to wake.