WALKING EARLY MORNING

WALKING EARLY MORNING

Walking early morning,
The path still wet with dew,
Tank top, shorts and sandals on,
The next best thing to naked,
And the skies still late night blue.

Walking early morning, with waking visions clear,
Traipsing cross these thoroughfares,
These touchstones held so dear.

My restlessness has hurled me out,
Into open arms of dawn.
And cool air sweet a welcome treat,
As birds make merry on the lawn.

Walking early morning, senses toe the line
And drink in all the blessings like intoxicating wine.
The ghosts of souls departed,
Come clamoring to my side.
Light as air, ethereal friends,
Visions sweet to doubting eyes.

The town hall clock chimes 5 a.m.,
I forge ahead, a gentle gait,
The morning sweet and somnolent,
A velvet nectar of escape.

Walking early morning,
A shortcut barefoot through the park,
Keeping counsel with the moon,
And sweet communion with the dark.

-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2015
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