I was driving my sister to the airport
and realized on the way back home
that I would be awake for the sunrise.
In my eagerness, I had to restrain myself
from racing along the highway
in a fit of creative haste.
Furthermore, I had to rein in the urge
to start devising lines during the drive
– my mind already reaching for golden metaphors –
like a parent slapping a child’s hand away from the cookie jar.
Upon my return,
I boiled the kettle
and sat on the stoop,
waiting for what would assuredly be
a transcendent and transformative experience:
my first aubade,
my first earnest foray
into this tradition of poetic heraldry.
I watched as the horizon was slowly steeped in sunlight,
as navy gave way to azure and cyan,
gradually replaced by cream and pastel yellow,
blended elegantly until there were no sharp edges of darkness.
with this item on my artistic checklist thoroughly checked,
I went back to bed,
curled up contented under the covers,
waited for the day to truly begin
some three or four odd hours later.
Fun Poetry Fact™: both this poem and “Eulogy for a Porcupine” were written on the same day. In fact, the events that inspired each of them occurred within approximately an hour of each other. I don’t know if this will affect how you see the poems as individual pieces, but in any case, I just wanted to share that little anecdote.