Amy Cuneo

The Morning Says

The morning says ‘be with me’-

I mean the morning with a face-

and a call-

fresh throat bird music

coming across poles and trees

across the just shifting last lick of pink sky

As it chases the white-blue-of-first-thing-in-the-morning-sky

The shiver we get at first thing

Is it the cool or the adrenalinic tremble of

this perfect brand new thing before us

The Morning says

Be with me