Thursday Morning

The other morning I had the privilege
of waking with the dawn
and experiencing the freshness of
a brand new day.
My feet were the first
to greet the grey cement
on that particular morning.
I was alive while the rest of the world
slept on –
not hearing the birds as they
woke the earth,
not seeing the baby blue sky
peeking through the sparse clouds,
not seeing me as I swung
like an innocent child
trying to touch
the infinite sky.