Sleeping

 

there is a silence in the morning,

just before the sun rolls over and,

opening sleep-filled eyes,

warms the summer sky with its gaze.

today, that silence was delayed.

today, the sun overslept.

 

in their confusion, the birds did not sing

but stirred, blinking nervously from their perches.

 

you were dreaming

and i wondered how near i was to you.

 

        6/11/11