Quarantine Aurora

while the city still sleeps
dream drops hit our windows
birds break the silence of night
it is vigil or is a dream?
urban lucid dreams
half-asleep
early daylight paints streets and sidewalks
and the colors of dawn touch closed doors and parked cars
stolid urban flows
paused
muted
half-awake stores, amenities, and buildings
wait for dwellers
quite, still, and dull
quarantine mist blurs our city consciousness
it has not cleared out yet
in-between sleep and wakefulness
we cross the threshold
another day begins