In Your CompanyUp early, my breath stillvisible in the coffee, the starsstill conversing in their glitterbefore our noise makes themretreat. I feel the groove of myawe. There is a comfort in this.Up early, alone, standing on thesame shore as those before me;staring at the same pins of light,feeling the same ounce of wonder,the way a small wave lapping at thebottom of a cliff briefly feels everysmall wave that has lappedthere before.  Mark nepo.