Yet Another Lunch Sonnet

I looked down from my balcony, awake
But only just, my mind still lost in sleep.
Then something happened as I scanned the steep
And still-dark distance downward to the lake.
My bleary eyes gained focus; I could make
Out tiny details, like the sparks that leapt
From vendors’ carts, or lamplight in the deep
Park’s shadows, night construction crews on break.
Like these, a thousand other details streamed
Into my head with blinding clarity;
What caused this lucid lamp-light to be lit?
A thousand other mornings never seemed
To blaze as if my eyes just learned to see.
I was alone no longer;  that was it.