Morning darkness, Orion’s in my window,
Glowing lamposts, the wall with a shadow.
I’m trying to fall asleep. All in vain..
The sycamore twigs keep knocking against the frame.
So I lie in my bed staring at the stars,
Then get up and go to meet my sunrise
At the edge of the earth- the shore, where the clouds
Take whimsical shapes, and I dissolve in the vastness.
