At Dawn my mind is fuzzy and bleary.
Whenever I see the cold blue light
from the rising sun
I'm reminded of stories I've heard
of charges, raids, escapes and deaths
all happening or planned for this time.
How could such productivity occur at such
an early stage in the existence of a day?
It does feel like there is so much possibility in the air
unlike sunset;
which is better for reflection,
sunrise only sets a sleepy mind in motion.
I so rarely wake up this early and
more occasionally
I go to sleep this early...
but on those few and far between days
of early arisal
I feel reflective and ready, perhaps,
for a plunder, sneak attack, or beheading--
but only after breakfast.