I find myself on the couch
having succumbed yet again to my own laziness
and the enticements of downy pillows.
It is the moments just before day break;
my elderly dog still snoring in her bed.
I remain in my position,
not wanting to disturb her slumbers;
the east window still darkened by the world beyond.
I watch as the light shifts slowly from that opaque realm
to a bluish hue, allowing for shadows to momentarily
find freedom on the opposite wall.
Again, shifting, brightening, yellowing
suddenly the trek of the sun
breaches the mountain ridge,
shinning full force in morning reverie.
It is a peaceful exaltation of the day,
but no less magnificent—
here in the room, my resting hound rises,
wriggling her pig tail,
stretching in her own sun salutations
she discovers I too am awake,
awaiting to start the day.
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