Snow Melt

Writing in the morning

Jamál (Beauty), 3 Kamal (Perfection), 165 B.E. – Sunday, August 3, 2008 about 4:25 AM PDT

It's still dark outside, all though if I look carefully at the sky I can see the back velvet of night fading to morning white, This morning I feel good, my attitude is positive and I feel that I could conquer the world. I'm not sure why I would want to conquer the world because once I conquered it, I would have to run it.

I went to bed with the chickens last night. No I didn't sleep in a chicken coop. I went to be extremely early. When we were kids and went to be very early, Grandma said we were going to bed with the chickens. Anyway, as a result of going to bed early, I got up early, which is a good thing I guess.

Morning
and the sun has not awakened yet,
the sky is slowly transforming
from midnight black
to first light white.

Time moves slowly
this time of day;
the sleepless city pauses
waiting for the coming day
and another disaster
somewhere on the planet.

Dawn prayers echoe
through the house scattering
the Sunday morning silence;

A new week has begun
my mood is positive,
unlike the mood of the
yawning city.

Writing on Sunday morning,
brings amazing ideas
that only come when
I am still and listen to the voice
of my muse.