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There's No Break of Day
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Mike Moutoux


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I never understood the “crack of dawn”
Or that other word: “daybreak”
The mornings I know are perfectly made and calm
There’s no breaking or cracking when my world comes awake
Coffee in hand, I watch Venus and the stars
I listen to crickets and the birds
The wind’s usually calm and I can hear near and far
There’s nothing cracked or broken in the things I’ve heard
Many’s the morning I sit and just listen
I seem to hear better under soft-lit skies
I’ve heard spider webs humming as their drops of dew glisten
Elk bugling in the meadow as the sun begins to rise
I heard a coyote once padding across bare rocks
Long before I saw its lonely silhouette
Enjoyed the sleepy morning talk of hidden quail flocks
Sounds and songs that made me sad for those who slept
And I’ve seen things I’m sure are never seen
By sleepy heads still snoring in their pillows
I’ve watched mountain lakes change from black to blue to green
Spied on rivers dancin’ toe to toe with stream-bank willows
I’ve watched a thousand geese take flight
Across a flaming pink horizon
Read the history of a canyon in pages touched by golden light
Got quite an education while the sun was risin’
I’ve seen cactus on the verge of speech, I swear
Raise their arms in gestures as if to pray
I’ve had my own soul restored more than once out there out there
In the glory of a perfect brand-new day

No, there’s nothing wrong with my mornings, friend
And you shouldn’t fix what isn’t broken my daddy said
So, if I hear you say, “Daybreak” or “crack of dawn” again
I’ll know--- you’re just another sleepy-head


Mike Moutoux 2007
Used with the author's permission.

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Mike Moutoux (pronounced "moo-toe") is a “cowboy poet” who lives in New Mexico and works on a 13,000-acre ranch where most work is done on horseback. He’s been writing and performing this distinctive genre of poetry and music since 2002 and was nominated for the Western Music Association’s “Cowboy Poet of the Year” in 2006. When he’s not riding the range, Mike performs at schools and festivals across the U.S. Read more of his work at www.enchantingcowboy.com.

 


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dotief@comcast.net:
What a meditation this is! Wonderful poem!
Posted 09/11/2014 08:53 AM
bubbleschristy@gmail.com:
Beautiful. I'll share with the cowboys in my life!
Posted 09/11/2014 08:42 AM
Cindy:
a lovely idea - love all of it
Posted 09/11/2014 08:25 AM
jeanie:
love the attention, attentiveness here. i agree, mornings rock.
Posted 09/11/2014 07:52 AM
Buckner14:
I love the last 8 lines.
Posted 09/11/2014 06:54 AM
abell:
I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. . .Emily Dickenson. Love the thought that the day is not broken.
Posted 09/11/2014 06:10 AM
abell:
I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. . .Emily Dickenson. Love the thought that the day is not broken.
Posted 09/11/2014 06:09 AM
Katrina:
If I drank coffee, I would get cracks and breaks. I like the poem but recommend tea.
Posted 09/11/2014 02:23 AM
rhonasheridan:
Just lovely.
Posted 09/11/2014 01:04 AM


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