Poem for Early Risers

My chunky block feet
are stained a warm pecan hue
I am in the big blue now
lifted from dust
sweet amber turns
on low-emission breath
my heart is a fist
unfolding in the light
of your soft glee
turbulence is a memory
I can do without you
but I'd rather not
walk on glass
or hot coals to prove
anything but I'm here
awake with this
small token of my
appreciation of this
day from me to you.