a lone
singing bird
sunrise
one skim of light
flows against ebony
and rushes
a slight touch
a tiny push would start it
I wake
I hear the song
more clearly
dimension beyond my predication
another voice begins to breathe its own song
the bed smells
clothes blown about and stranded
my hands are full
my face sticky as from blackberries and plums
scents call quicker than logic tells
as when you move before you have decided
to protect to capture to respond
we're predators in full liquidity
covering the surface
sea recollection cave siphoning
prompting the bird to sing
in a world that's broken
translucent viscous fluid light
whited out
our albumen dried
our yolk our yoke
and still we rise and make it if we can
nourished beyond endurance and half-starved
shipwrecked on a desert
whirled round in chaos
fragments in a centrifuge
the tide against our will and powerful
pulled to the bottom every time