Friday, July 1, 2016

Everyone is a sleep

Across the dark caverns
of our silent home,
I wake
to the rhythms
and repetitions
of her worry.

Through layers
of  shell and yolk,
I emerge a fledgling
imprinted with her song.
















2 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

I love the last two lines here

Brian said...

Thanks Crafty! It's been a long time (for me). I see you have remained active online over the years... Incredible!