I was three minutes late to work one day last week because I was chasing the sunrise. If you’ve ever been on the backside of nowhere in the rural Georgia countryside between 7:45 and 8:00 just after the time springs forward, you’ve seen it: the most gorgeous glowing coral red sunrise ever, so rich and fiery it could be an over-easy orange yolk of a just-laid Buff Orpington egg, the kind still warm upon cracking into the pan, the kind that mesmerizes folks who’ve never seen a yolk so unhormonally free-ranging fresh, that didn’t come from a carton in a store.
Sometimes that egg yolk sun’ll be right in front of you, as it is when it’s waiting for me like a dog who wants to play chase, right at the end of my eastside driveway first thing in the morning on my way to work. Then, it’s like I’ve tossed it a stick. It takes off to the left when I turn south, then stays left when I head back east, only a little lefter than before. At the stop sign, it’s still left, just not as behindish, and then when I turn back to the south right before I turn back east again, I’m approaching what I know is THE MOST beautiful sunrise ribbon of roadway in the entire county and maybe all of Georgia, maybe even all of the southeastern United States or the world or the universe.
And sometimes I slow waaaaaaay down just to take it all in, if there’s nobody behind me.
How to Chase a Sunrise
I was late for work
watching the sun dance
she curtseys
through the countryside
a morning meringue
of slide-stepping
just over the next hill, to
do-si-do the meadows
pirouetting periwinkle pasture
just around the next bend
then
stopping to spin
like a
March Madness
basketball
on the courthouse
clock steeple
reminding me I'm late
that's how
you chase a
glorious
countryside
sun
e
s
i
r
Common Threads 
Thank you for sharing this. It is beautiful. It makes me want to stop and take a breath and just look around me. Such is the power of your words.
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Fabulous poem and it sounds like the sunrise was equally as good. I like the comparisons to a rich egg yolk and the do-si-do of the sun’s dancing rise! No wonder you were late
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Thank you, Celia!
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This is a great tribute to the power of a sunrise to start your day! I used to have a love hate relationship towards heading over a long bridge as the sun did its thing. Some days were dark as night and other days the sun was so bright you really could not see. Then other days, it was magically memorable as you described.
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Thank you, Anita!
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Kim,
Your pride description of this sunrise chase is pure poetry, and I love all the dancing imagery in the poem and the way the /p/ sounds replicate both sound and movement. I love seeing the sunrise and sunset over the mountains. Your sunny post and that gorgeous red egg—yummy—are the antidote to the gray glum that’s hovering g o ef our area this morning. I bet no one is watching the clock, so keep taking your time on the sunny road.
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Thank you, Glenda!
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I’d have chased the sunrise, too, Kim, you know I would. You are right – it’s glorious, maybe (just maybe!) the most glorious in the universe. Your descriptions of the egg and its comparison are also magnificent, as is the poem. Love how that last r-i-s-e actually rises. There’s such richness in every line of this poem; it nourishes my soul as much as that incredible photo.
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Thank you, Fran!
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Gorgeous photo and poem and story – what a lovely slice, Kim. I promise you, I will one day visit this “MOST beautiful sunrise ribbon of roadway” – I am in Georgia too often to miss out on this. That photo is heavenly, such a grand vista, open and wide. Thank you!
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Thanks so much, Maureen!
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Sounds absolutely amazing and beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Kim, what a gorgeous photo and post. Your poem today is bright with color and movement. I love the way you use language to lift one’s spirits. I would have to slooooowwww wwwaaaaaay down for a sunrise like the one you describe, and man do I want to see one of those eggs!
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Thank you, Barb!
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I am so happy that I slowed my scrolling and stopped at your post. The first paragraph with the yolk comparison is as poetic as the poem near the end – a beautiful framing like sunrise and sunset.
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Thank you so much!
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Kim, oh my! So much fun and beauty here! The metaphors, the similes, the personification, and alliteration beauties like:
Clever post, and who wouldn’t want to be three minutes late if you could have seen this?
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Thank you, Denise!
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