(part of a cycle of thirty-one poems, one for every day of January)



into the early hours

waking up with the sparrows

listening to their feathery tales


my inner clock

to the schedule others

planned for my education

losing sleep to fit their needs


the daily showing

lights, colours and clouds

drawing on infinite tapestry

celebrating beauty in abundance


how to navigate

through the light fog

of early January morning

the harsh yellow of city lights

cannot hurt me


in black

*matthias geh, January 3rd 2016

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