Night brightens like pastels

Spreading across black paper

With intent to create light

And something moving

Something that stirs the sleeping

Into a semblance of wakefulness

Becoming a new thing

Eyes open and brain already started

                                        10 minutes ago

While you,  you need coffee to catch up

A marathon runner who missed the gun

But you still have time

To make up the difference

Before the day darkens

And the cycle starts again