From the dream you
were |  emerging from  the
    natal hearth |
you go, shedding from the sound

Change the currents |
   their immediate implications |
surreal to touch, a smile stilled lucid as the eye

Sees more than air the nasal
grass | trying to
           speak to  trees |
connecting inner consolation

   Of both waking up |
to a dream so realized, and |
   sleep’s confabulations no less

Than joy | wordless|
  beside every
                      widowed morning.