Early Mornings

"Awake the mind's hopeless so 
At a quarter to six I rise
And run 2 or 3 miles in
The pristine air of a dark
And windy winter morning
With light rain falling
And no sound but the pad
Of my sneakers on the asphalt
And the calls of the owls in
The cypress trees on Mesa Road
And when I get back you're
Still asleep under the warm covers
Because love is here to stay
It's another day and we're both still alive." -Tom Clark