So, I was driving to work this morning.
I mean, I was trying to drive to work this morning, but the morning, it kept on interrupting.
Look at me, it said, like a cat, rolling in front of my feet to stop me going out the door.
Look at me, it said, as the sun caught the frost rising on the hollow.
Look at me, the morning said, as the mist draped on the hill above the farm.
Look at me, it said, as the sunlight turned the earth-fields amber.
Look at me, said the morning, and stop a moment.
Turn off the engine, and get out of the car.
Stop for a moment. Look at me.
There was nothing for it.
I had to stop, pull over, drink in sunshine, breathe in earthlight, fall in falling, soak up morning.
Look at me, said the morning.