Early rising

This morning I rose
Early, one am, unable to
Sleep through the clanging

Of drunken vandals, and

As I moved about my

Home soon realised I

Would not sleep, that I

Would not rest for

Thoughts came flooding in

Their unbidden riches gently

Revealed as I lay open to

Their possibilities.

And so I rose and wrote and

Reflected and read until

It came clear the

Sun would soon rise

That sleep was long gone,

The ocean waves rolling in

A day dawning like not other

New Dawn, and so it is

That I sit and I write

Will watch, swim and coffee

A toast to this life that

Is becoming.