Notebook poem

Don't you dare despair the dawn.

When coffee machines start turning on

And early joggers start to run

I tell you: "after dark, comes sun"

In the country, roosters start to crow

The paper boys deliver down the rows

Houses will wake before too long

So patience, and do not despair the dawn.

When the passed over come out from under the overpass

When the hung-over start trying to remember what went wrong

When commercial moms squeeze commercial oranges in a glass

You will know why you waited for the dawn.

You will know, when you see - once more - the sun.