People often ask me why I like mornings
With their raccoon eyes and tangled hair and
Breath that smells of day old alcohol
They ask me
How could I possibly not only admire but
Enjoy
Time spent at 6:00am
And I look at them with bright eyes and wind blown hair and
A quiet voice because its too early to yell
And I tell them
Mornings are full of potential
Because it doesn't matter who you were yesterday or what mistake you made last night
The thing you wanted to say but didn't
Or the person you should have kissed but couldn't
Can all be changed with the second chance of a
Morning.
All day I am faced with the clumsy clamber of small talk
Minutes filled with busy movements
Going here and there without a second to simply
Wait.
And as day shifts to night and the dresses get shorter and the
Heels get taller
And the people get looser
Because they've spend all day with too tailored clothes
And even finely tailored mouths
I wait.
I wait and watch as the moon brightens the sky and the stars
Come out of hiding and the pale clouds drift
Like silver cotton
And while I tilt my head back and watch this masterpiece take place
I can't help but think to the future
Hours from now the moon will have fallen
And the stars fade
And the sky will start to brighten again
This time with colors that warm my skin
And light that gently wakes my limbs
And I wipe the previous night from the corners
Of the same eyes that watched the stars before
Only this time are met with the golden rays of
Morning.
And while the world is still asleep I rise and
With sock covered feet and messy hair
I shuffle outside to watch the sun meet the
Earth
And my cheeks turn red and my lungs are filled with air
And its new, clean air, not yet to be tainted with
The future turmoil of today
And I smile because there is nothing wrong and the only thing standing between the grass and me
Are a thin pair of cotton socks that are now damp with dew
But I don't
Care.
Because its just me and the sun and the calls of birds
Who sing because they can, not because they have to prove it
And so often I wish people did the same
So when people ask me why I like mornings
I look at them with the eyes that watch the rays
And with the sound of birds in the back
Of my mind
And I tell them
Mornings are full of potential.
And while you spend your nights getting tired
And lost and searching
For a distraction for tomorrow
Know you could have the option of searching for morning
And when you see that sun rise and cast golden light
on everything even with no one else is watching
you will know
that mornings were meant to be admired
because the things most admired are often the ones that
are only discovered by those willing
to wait.
