BEFORE THE DAWN

                                   

                 I know too well the place of waiting

                 an hour before the dawn.

                 Waiting for just enough light to walk outside,

                 to watch the street move and live again.

                 Staying quiet while others sleep nearby.

                 Not a sound from the birds, but soon

                 the first will break the silence, hesitantly.

                 A moment, then his brother birds will answer.

                 I read to stem the loneliness.

                 I’ll write to say I’m here, awake.

                 Somewhere in the town there will be others

                 rising now to go to work.

                 Wait ten more minutes, then start the coffee,

                 open the fridge for cream.

                 I know too well the quiet arrival of the dawn.

D.G Peart

                                                               Zihuatanejo, 2014

You get up in the morning, and you go to work.

I have a brother, Neil, who writes books - fine books about travel and music and life. I was re-reading one of them, Traveling Music, from 2004, and came across this phrase,

You get up in the morning, and you go to work. 

     This came up as the Meaning of Life on one intoxicated evening. I made a sign and recruited these people in a series of photos on the theme. 

Waiting for Robert Frost

He aspired to "lodge a few poems where they
will be hard to get rid of."
It would seem that he got that done.

Years before dying, he wrote, 
I would have written of me on my stone:
I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

If you find his grave, in Bennington, Vermont, 
 you'll see those words, carved in granite.


-from the poem Waiting for Robert Frost, by Danny Peart

Morning Moon

                         Morning moon, one night past full,

                         often shrouded in clouds.

                         I photograph it to be able to keep it.

                         Now it's my morning moon,

                         until I share it with you.

 D.G Peart