Five AM cruising empty streets
a neon sign says gas is $3.09
frost begins to clear windows
as last night’s snow lifts from the hood
like a rising voice of wind.
Speed increases although one does not feel
motion-up so much as slowing down
for the color red overhead,
and possibility of 18-wheelers’
cranky starts and uncontrollable stops.
In the quiet of mind
that rises above the hum and drum,
there is a thought- held like sugar
under my tongue- of one
whose sweetness I consider
a delicacy of my time
I think of a gift ...a greatness
amidst this momentary pause called life,
and it is the smile that ends on lips
of whispers which began in my heart.