Old-guy Aubade

It now dawns on me why
Hemingway's Santiago asked
Why old men get up so early
In the morning. Was it to make
The day longer? Perhaps. Or,
To make the night shorter? To be
Awake and navigate the night
By the stars rather than the clock.
Adrift in the bladder that keeps
Us afloat in the warm stream
When cues and pees flow. Every
Man is an island there in the dark
Delicious hours when solitude
Drips dawn into the cup of morning.