Morning Meditation

The twilight of the day
sifts through the night
like sugar powdered
for sweetness.

The mind lifts
a finger, wets it on the tongue
of awareness, and dips the senses
into the fine confection
to return to the mouth
a sample
and the comfort
of a new day.

Awake
and searching the edges
of the room for familiar forms,
the only promise of peace
is to rise at the call,
sit upright
and ask thought
to quiet into the breath
and the companionship
of silence
to greet the rush of my humanity
with controlled consciousness
and the release of everything dark.