POEM: Work Before Dawn

He let everything do its work.
The keyboard keys rose and fell,
and words appeared on the screen,
working hard to become a poem.
He knew daring work
was being performed by forests on hillsides,
and whole families were awakening
and working hard
to push open the doors of their lives.
He sat still
and let his lungs willingly labor
as the earth worked its systematic way
through space.