MORNING . You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that some one, long gone, returned . and you are filled with longing for a brief moment, to drive off the road and feel nothing . or to see the loved one and feel everything. Perhaps one morning taking brush to hair you'll wonder . how much of your life you've spent at this task or signing your name or rising in fog in near darkness . to ready for work. Day begins with other people's needs first and your thoughts disperse like breath . in the in-between hour, the solitary hour, before day begins all the world gradually reappears car by car.