Awakenings
2005-05-17 - 4:27 a.m.

(draft no. 1)

the rising tide is falling fast
down a quiet slope
and somewhere
a boy loses his footing in the snow
finds a bee a hive
locked in ice
takes it home
thaws it out
the rising sun is falling fast
down a loud incline
and somewhere a girl loses everything
she never had
finds an old hope
locked in ice
takes it to the street
bakes it in the sun
the rising dust is falling fast
down a whisper of a rabbit hole
and somewhere
someone
a you
or an I
sits frozen
waiting
for someone to take us
home, take us to the street
thaw us out,
up from under
warm again
as we rise from sleep
as we rise from snow.

yesterday - tomorrow