It's too early to be morning

2.20.15

My six o'clock rock
is a sleepy-eyed pebble
that has never skipped across a pond
or played hopscotch on a sidewalk.

It slumbers under moonlit dawn
and disappearing stars,
mumbling to anyone who wants to make it move
that, no,
it is far too early to be morning.

It sleeps under sunshine and warmth,
wrapped in its smooth cocoon of comfort
and trying zen through commotion
without yelling at the dogs
that it is too early to be morning.

It dozes in dreamland until high noon sunlight
becomes too intense to be ignored
and the people are all running around in circles
as it stretches and yawns.

If it could, it would shake its head
and roll back over with a subtle sigh.
"It's too early to be morrrnnnnn...................."
zzzz......