Insistence.
Dawn hangs on the trees, force slivers floorward,
slips into sleep\'s acres,
turns shade to tailgates of light over which rays
snipe at quiescence
before sunrise insistence moves bleary dreamers
to wide-away doers.
Ears mistake sleepy whispers for proactive reality
when shaken mind rouses
to sense present infinity ticking away rest- time
making the richer
seconds remaining for flight\'s drowsy treasure as
night hooks day to my use.