• I face East
    To await sunrise
    In the hope that it will not catch me unawares
    I sit in the darkness
    Awaiting the sun's ascension over the blue black eastern hills
    I sit patiently with the surety
    That at the moment that the sun's rays peek over the hills
    I will mark it and know
    But in this progress that always seems unchanged
    The sky brightens
    And I am not blinded by a flash of light
    There was none
    Simply a slow change from dark to light
    By degrees so small
    That you do not know it has happened
    And the birds are high in the sky
    And all is awake.