Dawn is lurking

Dawn is lurking behind the san francisco cloud wall, and though it is night still in the city I know that across the bay oakland has seen the sun and I know that all those mountains' eastern slopes are flecked  with the green rivets of trees whose roots pin the mountains to whichever certain stretch of sky.  But in the city it is only over the shoulders of mist that slight blue light emanates reminding that come noon the last cloudy fingers will disperse entirely their grip forgotten for a moment under the light.