Early

Awake early, not to get a jump on things
that need doing, nor to see the sun rising.
The worm gotten will never be my dawn trophy.

The bladder woke me, tangled blankets,
deafening, mundane thoughts of daily
problem-solving. Devices woke me.
In the pitch, their lights gleaming.

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