Between Night and Day

the alarm rings sharply before daylight begins.
i move with heavy limbs and sunken eyes.
the warmth, ritual, and aroma of brewing coffee
serve the waking hours with light.
soft and conscience movements allow even the smallest clink of glass
to pierce the air and jolt the nerves.

Dawning hours are cause for nocturnal encounters.
Brushing the ol' tooths with spool sized spiders.
Run-in's with Raccoons scampering 'cross streets.
Then, the coming end of my on foot commute, up along the hills of griffith park;
chugging to work with surprisingly gregarious coyotes.

Then sees tasks begun.