2:35 am & Other stories- I hear the sunlight (a poem)

A Poem/ by Crystal Granderson-Reid

I hear the sunlight. 

Morning creeps in like a sly fox in a chicken coop. 

Like the fox, morning holds its victims captive, erasing all things that cast shadows. 

But like a gatekeeper senses the fox, I hear the sunlight. 

It moves with military precision like the long hand of a clock.

Its breath, soft like the restful coos of a baby,  

and yet, it bears the pushy personality of an aunt

whom can only be tolerated during the holidays. 

Eager, I rise before the sunlight,

anticipating its fervent arrival. 

Its imminent warmth ignites my every curiosity.

I hear the sunlight and it whispers, 

"Look forward."

I look to discover my path has been lit.