save for sundays,

i wake when it’s pitch dark.

early morning and i have always fancied one another.

coffee, candle, clean crisp thinking.

i’m my most guttural come 4am.

i’ve ceased reading/watching morning news.

she’s been stirring our souls instead.

no need for a downward dog.

THAT voice centers, calms and soothes me into a perfect nook of space.

off i go.