At 5:00 am

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

Fog has obscured

My Cape Light

My Fast & True

Steadily Flashing

Like A Multi-carat Diamond

Against My Window Sill

My Bedroom Delight

there is nothing out there now

butt a dark haze

Ready to glow with the coming dawn

Ready to signal My Rising

And As Eye linger

Over My Writing

A Neighbour’s Headlights Drive Out

Illuminating Slowly

My Drenched Window

My Dripping Window