5 a.m.

Five a.m. finds me, Friday morning,
Like a long lost lover,
whose ship sunk at sea.
The embrace is weary
heavy on my shoulders
enlightening my racing heart
and mind
[(floating free
and
Drowning down)
A simultaneous conundrum]
Early morning takes me further
into predawn thoughts;
Falling asleep
and melting into
dew.