you couldn’t wait.
Sometimes, you arrive as an unannounced visitor
too early for me to greet you with a welcoming hug.
But I join you anyway,
with sleepy eyes and a cup of tea,
my journal, a pen in hand, and shuffling feet.
We sit together on the front steps
first in darkness, then in light.
You think you can charm me with a symphony of song
from cheerful birds waking the world.
You might be right.