Waiting At the Steps of Dawn
Yesterday has slipped out into the night.
I will probably find it one day shivering
in the frozen hollows of the thin woods.
I lay awake for a long time.
The snow made soft padding sounds
on my bedroom window.
Eventually a dawn light settled down to rest,
first under my hands where historic tales
had gathered in the dark,
then that light slid slowly inwards
snaking into a bone
between my neck and the floor
of a scattered sky.
I sensed sinkholes,
yet felt no new awareness in them;
The body needs time to adjust
to its survival.
One day or night some sunken parts
will meet a ragged ghost out there
where the trees have been cut down,
the ground cleared for something new ~
out there upon a time yet to occur.
This day I am outstretched
under dawns surgical knife
where a probing light seeks out pockets of emptiness
and a white falling sky cleans house.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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