bird

 

 

you would think
you would have woken me
but no

 
you become part of my dream

 
me    running barefoot
chased by the unseen
unable to scream

 
your low mournful call
a harbinger to fog
and uncertainty

 
to escape I fall
unendingly

 
then my hand touches cool
pillow     I open my eyes
outside the window you coo

 
and still
I can’t scream

 

 

bird