The Awakening

THE AWAKENING It was midnight that I laid still and breath had filtered down An open book - a nagging fly will wait for me until bestirred at morning’s knock when stoves excite a brew and housewives stir a door toward sunrise bursting through - to heaven like a broom sweeping eyelids like a fan and chattel and dust balls like billiards across the room - that wake the inner chambers of my brain i separate stalls that conjure up my daily tasks within these slumbered walls