Day Has Dawned (Hour Fifteen)
Day has dawned.
There is comfort in this, somehow.
The cat is looking for breakfast.
He is early and gently enthusiastic.
The diurnal world will now come to life.
I will slowly take my place in it,
Slowly,
In as many hours as I can avoid it,
Because it is still the hour for yogis.
And though I aspire endlessly to be one,
I will not appear to be one this morning.
I would be happy to be a poet-saint instead,
Even just a little bit.