Drifting

Dawn comes to greet the night

Like a quiet friend to my

Doorstep.

Without a sound

She calls me to waking

Through the touch of this soft

New light.

I rise,

Before this delicious moment vanishes

And with it,

A missed opportunity to receive

Just one tiny jewel of insight

And thus,

The growth of wisdom.

Let others sleep unaware,

Drifting from birth to death.

I want to receive each moment

As though it were this dawn.