Awakening

Coolness of night cedes to coolness of day,
For endless stars and worlds and galaxies,
In grand ballet of gravity and dark matter,
Gently sway the earth and we into a ray,
Of morning's purgation.

First light — kin and beasts — old or spry,
Summon sleeping spirits from roaming reverie,
From places of pains, joys, and chimeras.
Beings demur as the morning luster belies,
Sleep's spectral evasion.

Dew dampened drafts, deep in bronchioles,
Move spirits and bodies in restoring stretches,
Morning sprites ruffle hair and encrust eyes,
As our souls return from their Elysian strolls,
Wobbling before Sol's invasion. 

Wonder — these morning  rites with no regard,
To joys or pains of bodies and souls  —  unfold,
Stubborn as birth and death and love and hate,
Be life a bitter herb or life as sweet as nard,
Aurora balances the equation,

In the awakening.