I awaken at dawn
The first hint
Of sun’s rising
The first hint
Of sun’s rising
I rise
Before the sun
Rise to greet a new day
It’s chill
Outside the tent
I ride, or drive, or walk
To a place
Where the day’s first rays
Will meet me
At the horizon
Anticipation
Where the cyan brightens
Yellows
And I begin to play
The rumble of song
Deep in my chest
The shudder of tones
On my vocal chords
The resonance of life
On my lips
Echoes through the wood
Of my didjeridu
A gift to the sun
Which crests the earth
Begins its ascent
Into the sky
I thank it
For its inspiration
Just outside Canyonlands National Park
Near Moab
Utah, United States of America
Near Moab
Utah, United States of America
Taken during travels, 2009
There is something about travel which inspires me to waken every morning before the sunrise to serenade the sun’s first rays peeking over the horizon. I’ve written about this particular place, this particular experience, before in Sunrise Serenade.
This is a response to the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge, which this week is Inspiration.
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