Almost Morning

It’s almost morning, but not quite. Which is the time of day I enjoy most. I’m amazing, and kind, and whatever is on my mind. There’s grass underneath me. If I head west, there’s only concrete and potholes. The grass parts way. I danced a bit too much. Like a dancer does. A wishing well. I fell in and then jumped out in one single leap. I have shoes but I hate them. Rugged terrain is perfect. Almost morning, but also bedtime. I’m amazing, and weird, and whatever is over there in that valley. It's almost morning, but I’m not quite myself. I danced and wished him well.