In the morning
A portion of Fran's poem "In the morning"
in the morning . . .
. . . in the morning
i want to sit on the back deck before dawn.
the chairs and pots and table,
the chairs will all be damp from dewdrop
in the morning i want to go out without a sound
and wait with the dark for sunrise
i want to catch the first glims of light
that softly spread over the trees and fields
the barely-there lightning that is like
delicately-expanding sounds of a musical passage
masquerading as first light
creeping slowly towards me,