SOUNDS

The coo hoo of the owl fills the empty sky space

of morning.

An echo answer makes more sense to me than my dreams,

and it is more restful to awaken than to sleep again.

I wait the eternity until soft light enters

and defines the furniture,

and the dog stirs.

This is the best time of day,

when only animal sounds

disturb me.

I go over my itinerary for the next hour or so,

and even if I doze again,

I am at ease,

and I am ready for the promise of a new day to fill,

for the owl

and the dog

have advised me well.