I meet the morning shadows earlier along their path
as they peel themselves away from the darkness
to find new life in the daylight busy unhinging the chill
harbored in the corners and pockets of night,
burning away all sense of clarity and quiet
replaced by the cicadas singing their merry song.
Soon we will leave this tune for a different clime,
jumping over the world to watch the teeth
of a new horizon swallow that yellow orb whole,
to breath in a new darkness, to imbibe the stars
strewn twinkling across the cool velvet sky.