all that i am

once long ago
this was the view daily
this ridge every sunrise
every end of day

this morning
up
before the dawn
driving through the dark of fog
above the morning's mist
at my feet as if ocean
waves of fog crest and break over hollows
roll through ravines

I wait
for the orange ball of morning
to appear above the altar
of the dark line rim of valley
I wait
for what seems an incredible amount of time
go home I tell myself
stop dreaming
its not going to come
it is going to just 'get light'

the only thing that changes in the vast sky before me
is the taunting lines of jets
shuttling red eyes back and forth across the sea
the sea that separates me from my far aways
where the sun has already been shining for hours in this day

I wait
I want
I want to see the morning
to witness the circle of blaze that brings this day

lying prostrate on the sidewalk
resigned to be content
captivated by the jeweled grass
bedecked with dew
it comes

it comes
the morning
gleaming
glistening for a moment
glowing

and to accompanying the break of this new day
the bells peal astoundingly close
singing to the rising sun
to the sun
shining
upon me
where I lay

and I remember a year ago
the beach
the last time I stood before it
when I awoke my birthday morning
watching waiting and believing
the bright presence of morning would come