Early morning

I rise before the sun

not to watch its ascent

but to savor silence.

--

Coffee in hand,

I sit alone--

a sacred ritual.

--

I am free

to think or not.

To be productive or not.

--

I worry.

I hope.

I am.

--

Dawn breaks

and with it silence.

I am ready.

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