At 5:30 am
I do this sporadically, waking up at odd hours to get exercise.
Usually I’d rather be coaxed by the warmth of sleep
but I put my Adidas on and start jogging
on the side of the road in between streetlights
I’m hit by balmy darkness
between houses I see pinkish goldenrod
making its way up through the ocean
each stripe like an exaggerated ray
the crackling gravel makes my feet slide, slightly,
scraping ground with their rubber soles
my senses are awake
How do we get to these places?
running through muggy winds
on a slow pace
watching suns rise on the side?
I feel the sleep that
rests over Laie, softly
like tides that fall back on the sand
while composing into our shore
unread verses of slopes and foam.