The Awakening

Evening

Has gone

You went to sleep under the horizon

As speechless as a rock

You rested in bed

The horizon like an entombment

And the sky like many festoons of flowers

Midnight

The cocks crowed

They were like trumpets giving the signal

That half of your sleep had gone

And you were no longer still

Burned turned and twisted

Going from west to east

Morning

A choir of birds chirruped away

And more cocks joined in

Your blanket of darkness you unfolded

Yawned and stretched out

Your hands of gold

You wandered the sky;

The bright yellow ball wide awake