The singing of birds

Although it is dark when I arrive
the birds are singing
as if the sun had already come up.
I follow, sensing too that it has.

It is truly other-worldly
being able to experience both darkness and daylight at the same time.
I imagine that it must be somewhat similar
to the sensation that people have
where the sun seldom or never rises or sets during certain times of the year.

I find it so welcoming of those birds
to provide such warming sounds for me
in a place which can be a little frightening so early in the morning

And it occurs to me
when hearing the chirping in that very dark blueness
that these beings must know better, or at least
have a different sense of what light is,
and what constitutes the beginning of the day.