As dawn break nears, patterns emerge, of day walkers
Cock-a-doodle-do, the rooster’s loud serenade
Owls make way for fowls, while men smear their marmalade

Dogs and crows begin their fight, scaring the joggers
Barking and cawing, a tumultuous battle
A constant rattle, the bells of the sun’s cattle

Sol, an entity of order, never falters
Sol, the enslaver of earthly material
Sol, the bright bringer, purveyor of Time’s cycles
What would happen if we didn’t wear these halters?
Unrestricted by natural rhythms: fatal
Without these chains would we even reach post natal?

Master of the Balance, of Darkness and Brilliance, I sing this song for you.

Image: NASA