Falling

FALLING
I find myself waking at nightthe sound of the screen doorthe smell of crushed sage leavesthe taste of quince in a mask
A dream, its not done with us
I see flashes of light in cornersthere in darkness without a moonthere chickens hide from hawksthere is a stone in my rubber boots
A dream, its not done with us

I wish on marigolds scaring bugsthe fleeting tail of a mouse the sliver of summer sunsetthe acorns ground to flour
A dream of fall
A prayer to fly