it's four in the morning

there's something about four in the morning
I heard that on the radio.
not three, not five, that time when the birds
are still in their nests but there is the slightest
intention of lightness in the air.
we know the world will wake up.
I am awake, making sure my bag is packed.
the dog looks at me hopefully and goes
back to bed.
I hear her sigh as she jumps back on
the couch.
she'll be up at six, nuzzling S just as
I drive away.
six will approach quickly, I must get
going.