Early Morning

i woke up
at five o clock in the morning
some kind of sleep
was still calling
giants in my dreams
were still walking
i woke up
listened to the wind outside
the beads on the door
and the trees
that shake and shiver
as others freeze
i woke up
and took in the still air
that early morning calm
when it feels like somebody is there
when imagination runs riot
amongst the creaks and the groans
and the deathly quiet


James Garratt – Saturday 8th December 2001