Dawn Run

Berry Head, Devon

Light tugs at your heels,

a wakeful child,

hungry for answers.

It begs you to paint a cave,

sketch logs,

invent a fire,

crack jokes with the gulls,

build a new world

before breakfast.

Instead, you jog back

down cliff-top paths,

past battlefields of gorse

and wary Devon cows

to where home lies waiting.

Leaving the sun

to stop fooling around

and sort out the day,

as usual.