This Morning

I woke early this morning
to parental concerns, I suppose,
to ambitions, I suppose,
lights on in the house,
and lights outside,
Venus, Sirius, Orion.

It's cool after last night's
thunderstorms, remnant
pieces of a hurricane
watering this thirsty land,
the earth can use the rain,
my garden can use the rain,
I can use the rain,
watering my soul.

How faint the dawn is
this early and yet
how bright it will be.
What is lost in the dark
will be found in the light
this morning,
this day.