The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.
I am empty. I am witless.
Death is here. There is
no other settlement.
I see the child in me writing, “Oh.”
Oh, my dear, not why.