Daybreak

Daybreak

The chime
of the clock
at a quarter to five
the first thoughts
the walk down the stairs
and onto the desk
the words that must come out
onto the journal
or else the angst that
seeps into the work
much like the ink
leaking onto the page
and then
the work onto the notebook
until the longing
for the evidence
of a social existence-
of life posited beguilingly
the news gathering
the information plucked
and finally
the rustling up of
the family’s first meal
of the day
the announcement
of the arrival
of a fresh morning
to rousing little ones-
it’s here, it’s here
daybreak is here
as is
a transformed existence
beyond all personal parameters.