This is my sky.
I may call it mine
because I own this moment.
I, alone, am standing here
at the very break of dawn,
awake and alive to the world,
and yet, am I still in dreaming.
I, alone, gaze out across
this newly dawned horizon,
with its fresh colors of the day,
still crisp among the misty air.
I, alone, own this breath,
and I watch this new sunrise,
cognizant of its daily chore,
yet accepting it as virgin light.
I, alone, choose the moment
which burns itself in memory,
that break of day now mine,
which no one can steal away.
This is my sky.
I claim it as a whole,
but only as part of this moment.
Petrichor 