This is not one of those On the Road musings. There are multiple hints in this one that Michael is at home -- so to speak. He's in his woodshop, making more stuff. Hooray for stuff!
Dawn
Dawn is approaching
Just east of my ridge
This morning I don’t really care
I’m snug as a bug
In my studio bed
Not planning to go anywhere
Early is good
It’s peaceful and sane
With no other bodies around
But I’m thinking right now
And I don’t want to move
I don’t need my feet on the ground
There’s plenty of time
For industrious work
For forming the shapes into sound
For cutting and fitting
And gluing, of course
And hoping for something profound
I’ll soon feel the urge
To get out of this space
To abandon the dawning’s sweet quiet
But not in this moment
I’m far to content
I can’t even make myself try it
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