I rise from my dark slumber, waking to dark stillness. I softly make my way through the door ways and hallways. To the door leading out.
I pull it open.
Step out in to the coolness.
Step softer yet to not disturb the peace of a morning not woken.
Sit upon the still slumbering rocking chair.
Put my feet upon the ends of the runners. Curling my feet down over the upturn curl of it’s up.
I settle.
To be awake.
When all around me a world sleeps.
And I-
I am the beat of the heart alive.
