Early Morning Friend

I have an early morning friend
Whose wakeful just like me
When the big round ball of orange
Rises dripping from the sea

If the weather gods are smiling
And my clock has the means
I hike on the streets of dawning
Through a hundred thousand dreams

When I get to the apartment
I have boiled egg on a tray
And an amber cup of coffee
brewed from grounds of yesterday

We chat in easy phrases
While the other serious word
Flows silentlly between us
Through an old unbilic cord

For this friend was my first friend
On my journey through the ways
And I can’t begin to thank her
For all my happy days

John A. Munro
St. John’s
March, 1986