Early In the Morning

Early in the morning do you sometimes get up and hear everything from the dog's cough three yards down to the lone car on the freeway way crosstown? Early in the morning do you sometimes get up and see everything from the vacuum in your way to the bathroom to the lone star still left in the lightening sky? Early in the morning do you sometimes get up with a mind so clear that everything you have ever done or said, heard or seen, lived or dreamed, is perceived in a new light? And you can understand as never before the web of lies, half-truths and artifices that you have woven into the fabric, not just of your life but of so many others, and the truths that you have chosen to ignore nudge you in the shower and cause you to resolve, as you count out your morning with coffee spoons, grab your juice and toast, to make this day the one you live as you were meant to, without guile, generous in thought and deed, open to all righteous possibilities. And early in the morning as you back your car into the street, switch the radio on to "the news you need to know" do the early morning resolves retreat with each revolution of your wheels?