As seen over the corner of the roof
Of next doors bungalow
It is still because it is early
It is early because I woke early
Not though to see the stillness
Nor particularly to listen to
Tallulah Bankhead, reading Dorothy
Parker’s poem Telephone Call
O what a performance
O what a performance
O how early in the morning
Awake as the light broke
As the darkness gifted the day
As the day took over
And said to me
Look at the roses
Look at the garden, which is still
It is still, because that is how days do begin
Days begin that way because I wake early
I wake early because how else
To catch the stillness
To feel the stillness
To record the stillness
