Sleepbound again, with stars far out of sight I dream the traveler's path, the river bed, the breath of dark dogs on my neck, and blanket snares a-tangle to slow my steps, awaken drowning midnight dread. No peace in questions still unanswered, no peace, yet infinitesimal signs – of hope revived. Bright shadows cast on moonstruck windows sway and dance In softening trees, the springtime promise loosens all of these Worries most unfounded, magnified in darkest hours The body turns to rest, to sigh, all calm behind my weighted eyes.
Early Morning Poems 