Early Hour

(Picture Credit - Manna Express)

It’s an early hour

At least for me.

I’m half asleep yet full of thought.

As if my brain has churned through everything

Throughout the night

And come up with

Some answers.

This happens often

So poems and things emerge

At times like this.

It’s cool and calm right now.

I love this peaceful, early morning time:

No birdsong even.

Yet a pigeon and sparrow on my back lawn.

No sound of cars

Or any of the hustle and bustle

Of a working day.

So serene and soothing to my soul.

Safe as though I’ve hidden

Under the floorboards

Away from the sun’s hot glare

And the turbulence

Of Life.

I suppose I’m mindful now

Of all around me

As I meditate

About nothing in particular.

Even a little spider in my diary this morning

Has not disturbed this serene feeling,

This atmosphere of calm.

Carbon dioxide cools this room.

Ah, wrong kind of atmosphere!

I speak (inside my head) of more soulful emotion

As I said

But I’d better be careful

That I don’t fall back to sleep

Laid back here

In my comfy armchair…

Paul Butters

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