At First Light

First light Casting out night Bring fourth a new day For my eyes to survey Words march to the front of my mind That laid sleeping and once confined Like a picture puzzle All jumbled up and bedazzled Bring on the poets battle With sounds that shift and rattle “Move on I have work to do “ I may not stop to write and construe Oh but only for a moment I may miss work, and think I am affluent Find a book Right there in the nook Where I may dot a note or two As thou I have nothing to do Yes one day I will wake to nothingness And abide to my bounteousness To scrawl