If you are up before the sun
you look at the other people
who are also up
with camaraderie
the Chinese women doing tai-chi on the dock
like slow-motion marionettes
the jogger
not a regular
you can tell by the way he keeps looking
at his watch
the young father
texting on his phone
his baby curled up like a koala bear
under his coat
you share a secret with them
that sleeping people don’t know
just before the world gets its colour back
the trees exhale
and the air tastes
like hope.