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.