In the early morning I sit awake in
total silence it feels as if I am the only one awake.
But I know all over the world I am not alone
night workers, mothers, elderly the worried.
We form a tribe of folk who choose or have no choice,
we sit or lie and gradually listen to
the birds slowly waken and begin their
chorus, the street lights flicker and die and
finally there is stirring.
Cars start to drive past , the heating whirs to life and
Slowly the day begins.