Six Am Summer

Gold on the ceiling before the alarm Air through the window still cool from the dark Feet on the floorboards, the day hasn't started Something already moving, something already sparked Didn't ask for this Didn't plan a thing Six AM summer pouring through the glass Every room is wider than it was Not because I earned it, not because I tried Something in the morning just arrived Dew on the hood of a car going nowhere Birds rehearsing something unrehearsed Coffee in a mug that's warm as sunlight Everything unhurried, nothing first Didn't chase it down Didn't make it come Six AM summer pouring through the glass Every room is wider than it was Not because I earned it, not because I tried Something in the morning just arrived This is what it feels like When the day gives first No conditions, no agenda Just the warmth, unrehearsed