At these lattitudes, we don't get up
before the dawn, or after it;
rather, it arrives before we rise
or after, depending on the season.

To rise is all the same to us.
In the dark or in the morning light,
we open our eyes and, each in our
way, begin to feel our needs.

Our bodies don't resent the change.
Spring to summer, fall to winter,
we understand the process must unfold,
indifferent and cold to our business.

Nor do we care what forces move the sun
or keep us here beneath its wobbly run.