At the cusp of the day, pre-dawn, just under way,

From a darkened room, darkened house, emerge, from under the warm covers to the cool beginning,

Mind, dreams, ideas coming into slow focus, slowly the day begins to wax,

Free-form, or with purpose,certainty?

Certainly there should be some reason for the optimism that seems to be bubbling just below the surface,

Or maybe it’s just gratitude for another day of doing, striving, loving,

One another, and the effort, in the end, and from the beginning,

That’s all we really have,

Clear view to it all,

From the cusp.

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