Chuck Perrin

The break of dawn
quietly entwines numbing fingers of fog
down canyons still asleep
exhausted still from yesterday’s
burnt out and troubled bouts.
What is it in the air
that keeps us all
so caustic and competitive?
Is there no way to
filter back to carefree?
All it takes is
one slow deep breath —
so simple, pure and wondrous
one gaze into the sky
that stretches to infinity.