Mornings Again

Of late I have taken to
Waking up with the sun. It is,
To me, a superhuman feat.
Strange that I feel this way,
Since all my years of school required me to get up at
Fairly early hours,
And exams meant even earlier hours.
When did it change and why?

It doesn’t matter, I suppose. I have
Begun waking with the sun again,
Even before, some days. I have
Begun training—no, retraining—my body to run on
A few hours of sleep,
Only until the weekend when I
Open my eyes with the sun
But shut them again almost
At once and wake only when sleep leaves my
Body comforted and content.

But it is the early mornings that
I cherish.
It is the early mornings that fill me with
Peace.
It is in the early mornings that my heart learns
To love again.