6 Am Flight Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

Dreadful,
awful hour to
be awake.
But, alas,
the sunrise makes
the blame displaced.
Rainbows streak the east;
a kindergarten art
prodigy.
Deep cherry where sky
meets civilization,
placid orange,
and dark - but
unsettlingly serene -
purple-black creation.
And the people of Here
sleep to not see beauty arise;
they are engulfed in the depths of
shadow
and are dazed by warm bed sheets.
And I watch the
colors spread like wildfire across
my fogged imagination;

6 AM really does
exist.