Quietest Quietist

Out of the dust before dawn
Into the high-country birdsong,
A busy day later, not now.

Now get out. Away from the corner store
With its instantly outdated headlines—
And leave the music off. No radio.

Don’t be tempted to toy with your phone.
There’s nothing in that news to use.
It will catch you, soon. Snooze, you lose.

So lose, already. Loose yourself
From the views already taken.
Come for the views slowly breaking.