The new day, I  hope
will make itself ready for me —
its light just right —
not too bright.
A few stars left —
and even the moon, sometimes —
the sun still a distance from rising.
The birds will be at it —
chattering or singing
some distant traffic sounds.
It is best that it be
a little cool
calling for a light jacket.
Yes, I could be in another place
where violence is near —
where there are no pleasant paths.
And I know  some folks
unable to venture into the dawn.
But right now
it is only I  —
the one who will open my door
and I will find pleasure
out there beyond it
where I will try to measure
every good thing.

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