Three Ways of Waking

by Danny C. Knestaut


What hooks have landed
in our dreams, reeled us
up, swimming in sheets,
tethered to bird songs cast
through a wire net
of window screen.

She wakes singing;
Chick-a-dee, wren,
house finch, dove.
Outside, noon crawls
to bushes, crouches
before it creeps back out,
fingers in the wrinkles
of day's face, her jaw line
guided towards evening
and the swift cheek
of a cricket moon.

 2003 by Danny C. Knestaut. All rights reserved.