I would not have seen

If I had not stirred
Stretched
Roused so early
From my warm soft bed
Cat cuddled to my flank
Ecstatically purring
And licking my hand,
If I had not roused so early
I would not have seen the moon
Resting behind clouds of tattered lace
Going down in the west
And the morning star
Ah, Venus
Glittering at the eastern horizon
I would not have seen the clouds
Ambling slowly across the deep black
And big ol’ moon throwing light all all across them
I would not have seen
The sunrise
From 696 east bound
With a thousand other commuters
Raising our visors
To behold
The sun announcing its regal arrival
From soft gray of a dove’s wing
To gentled yellow
And slipping to soft pink
And exploding to white
Burning away all color
If my dreams had not disturbed me so
I would have been all the poorer
For not having beheld that moon
That Venus
That sunrise
That dazzled my heart to breathlessness
For wonder of His hand