stealing time in the pre-dawn

yarrabah pre-dawn
dante is sleeping late and i have stolen outside 
to greet the first light of the day 
above me  -  a clear and open sky 
below  - my toes tickle asphalt and grass that has fought its way through the cracks
the air is clear and light
intoxicatingly fresh
welcomingly unfamiliar

the south easterlies have arrived
[and i am told]
the wet season is beginning its end

walking this morning for hours
with dante and Baba [dog]
ravenous for clear air and skies
that have for so long hung think and heavy
every flower- every blade of grass - every soul i pass
spirits lifted