Ticking along

Another 6 am tether to time,
the sway of floating adrift
in dream cut short, rewritten
in morning’s chilly betrayal.
How do elephants converse
when the sun rises early?
Do clouds that keep pace
with the sun grow weary?
The fractured reflection
of yesterday haunts me still,
but even as the layer fades
the weight of today is lain,
and only in the waveless sea
do I find comfort and faith.



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