It isn't noon yet

I recently came across this poem and I like it.  As a morning person I seldom need the buzz of an alarm clock to beckon me into the vastness of a new day.  In God, life is a gift.  I want to savor its moments and its people.  It isn't noon yet.

A Day Is Vast 

by Jane Hirshfield

A day is vast.

Until noon.

Then it's over.

Yesterday's pondwater

braided still wet in my hair.

I don't know what time is.

You can't ever find it.

But you can lose it.