Chicago trains sounding the alarm,
just like clockwork,
barely awake before the sun,
twilight before sunrise peeks in.
The robin, cardinal, and dove
performing for the ears of the risen.
Blue hour,
Blue Monday,
Blue soul.
Reality awakens,
softness of the feathery rug,
creaking bones,
and the pause…
Before a long day.
Do you know what rest is?
Really know
what rest is?
Maybe you are building the hard work up,
in the presence of the blue.
It’s in you,
It’s in us all,
It must be.
On this rock spinning,
we’ve built our own home?
Right?
Oh, to be free.
Oh, to rest.
Oh, to be blue.
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