COME TOGETHER

In the tight confluence of Tennessee

ridges, the sky above the tor out front

diffuses from gray to dusty blue.

I am up before the sun.

My coffee lays quiet in the bottom

of the Navajo cup I bought in Flagstaff

that time... yellow, with eleven blue runs

down the spider web cracks in the glaze.

Corn pollen. Táádidíín,

the source of the sacred unifying

theory of non-relativity.

Corn pollen morning ritual, tossed

in the rising sun to bless the day.

Caucasian coffee in my corn pollen cup.

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[Lorry]

And I bet coffee tastes better for the view and the cracked glaze of your cup is a story of your life in itself.
Your view sounds stunning, to be best appreciated in the wee hours, before those pesky wee humans start their daily scuttle. 😊

[Vol]

Up before the bustle with no one aware, feels like getting away with something in the quiet dark... an opportunity to tame a bit of the chaos.

[Lorry]

Agreed. I'm usually awake by 2 or 3 am to watch the day begin, although it is currently ten past midnight Saturday and I'm on my first cup of coffee. Even this is early for me, but for the most part I stopped being a slave to the tick tock years ago and now have my own rhythm of eat when hungry, sleep when tired.
Still have an alarm but rarely set it unless there's a doc or hospital appointment nearby. I would gladly sleep through those too, but some people get offended at no shows for some reason.
can't see much other than rain clouds, but there's plenty time yet. Went outside with my coffee but the putter of rain on brolly was giving me tinnitus., ☔😊

[Vol]

That's why about an hour before bed, I do a couple tokes of legal, Delta 8 weed...I do miss most sunrises of late...