Morning Quietude

So peaceful is the quietude
that comes with early morn...
before the rush of people,
the bleating tone of a car horn.

Cats are tied in knots on bed,
all the world is mine to behold.
Now is the time to ponder...
wrapped in fleece against the cold.

Today I am the beginning
rather than a tired old end.
Today in this quiet place
life and motive seem to blend.

But alas my tender morning
is shattered with those who live,
who make the world a humming
storm strained through a sieve.

Once I was one of the scurrying
bees... doing, accomplishing.
Now life is narrowed down to these
dawn hours of contemplating.

I can now but observe it all,
make my words come alive again...
Traces of shadow-memories
of all that I have seen and been.