Early Rising
Because this day
is so precious,
Because it will
never, never come again,
Because, like
yesterday, it will so soon be gone--
I rise early to
greet it,
Rising to meet
the sun,
Riding the
rounded earth
As it turns ever
so slowly toward the east.
This day will
never, never come again.
Even its length
is new and unique,
Never to be
repeated,
Never to be
replicated.
Last year’s
December eleventh
Is not this
year’s.
The clouds are
different, and
Old neighbors
have gone, and
New neighbors
have come, and
The molecules
lavishly spent
By earth and
sun, flower and rain,
Breath and fire,
Have forever
changed
The weight of
earth,
The length of
days.
--December 11,
2013
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