Golden soul

breathe in, breathe out; you're awake.

I am a crepuscular creature.

I rise with the cats 

and fall with the doves.

My sandals slap pavement

in golden hours,

and my heart drums loudest

in the waking and sleeping of all.



When everything is stirring

with the first sweet brushes of life,

and then again, retreating,

into the sleepy death of night;

my body buzzes alive.