Maybe (a poem)

It’s six o’clock

which is not early

but it is not late

and I am awake

The rooster down the street

who still might be a hen

anyway no one has turned them in

it’s crowing again

Dawn has already arrived

the sky is already quite bright

in the distance I can hear work trucks

backing and beginning a shift

and freight passes on the highway

It’s time to start

get dressed get ready get going

on another days

it’s time to see what today might create

it’s time to turn on the radio and listen

find some music and dance

It’s time to take a chance

it’s time to preserve

it’s time to do something new

and something habitual too

It’s time to be silly

it’s time to get things done

it’s time to be ourselves

it’s six a.m. and twenty-three minutes

and this morning is on and just begun.