Shadows in the morning light

I always feel like I am showing up late.

  Honestly,

   I am fairly punctual.

Living in a California valley,

  I am three hours behind the East Coast.

    Europe is even worse.

I wake as the sun is dawning,

  while already the shadows are growing.

Stories are already starting,

  because hours before they happened.

Tragedies no longer in the making.

Brew the coffee,

  and try to grasp what is happening.

Knowing my lack of control,

  I plan my tasks for the day.

Maybe work in the sunlight.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I miss the West coast. I call my poor brother in San Diego at 2 am in the morning sometime. I forget the three hour different. I enjoyed the poem my friend.
Coyote

[Jon Roggie]

I would like to move to the Morro Bay area.

[Coyote Poetry]

He lived in Death Valley now. I will visit him in late May. I lived at Fort Ord, California for three years. I love Highway one. Moro Bay area is wonderful.

[Jon Roggie]

Bakersfield area currently, at least for a landmark.

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm in Detroit. I have my great lakes now.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

my parents lived in Sweden...not much daylight there...
sometimes our lives are so far behind where we want them...we do live in shadows...and fear of never catching up.

[Jon Roggie]

Sometimes it feels we are simply reacting.