8) Dark morn my companion
Mists filling all belie
The finery of the sweet blue sky
Redwoods soft in tune awaiting
The sun lying just below now

This is but o'calumny Thersites ways
Not substance nor the heart
Of nature running in my veins
Dame Gaia has come to raise my eye
to the shades of predawn music

When the lark calls
and the sky turns light
I stand upon the verandah rim
To bless a bright new day

Like so many others
it is blue and deeper blue
when the breezes wild arise
Up o'er the bay a million miles
away

Slouth my thirst o' Earth
Touch the wounds of the avenue
The harlot and the curse
Fast and too fast go they
Blind to all but speed and cool
Only air in motion wild will ease
The abrasions of the day
Here in the striving strident driving dying city

The air in morning carbon laced
Soul breathes not til Noon
Where long awaited longer now
Comes the moving air o'er ocean
To blow it all away

A penitent prays and looks up
A mockingbird sings in the tree there
Elder ones stir and move along
Unbidden unsought alone
Small tragedies smaller dreams
In light like this nought is what it seems in the slowly bright-born
sky