A strange hour for awakening in the dark morning that keeps the day coming and the coffee leaking from the pot in the kitchen. All this surrounds my meditation— A dark roast on a dark morning from a dark, dark, dark night And in darkness, a chance for conscious quiet in the sounds surrounding the space of my cluttered attic on a dark morning. Day breaks through the song of hours birds landing and launching from the roof above me, visiting and then leaving for another life. The cat chirps at the window, conscious of their song. All the space in the attic was cluttered, but now it’s not. Some chorus of quietness sounds within me the body itself, a sacred space. //////// Sara Vinciguerra is a Hudson Valley educator and writer. Her primary interests are in folklore/fairy tales, meditation, reiki and the healing arts. She lives with her cat, Angelo. She is a previous contributor to Lightwood.