Waking Late Beside an Open Window

waking late beside an open window

sunlight collides with new maple leaves
and is softly scattered into green shadow then
a jay’s shriek startles me up like the moment
her sudden laughter broke all the glass between
my sleeping heart and the world and wind
and light and sweet oxygen pour in to wake me
from lingering dreams to a morning already swelling into day
a morning already full of all it is but is still becoming
and a lone bird far away repeating its single-note call
“be…be…be…be…be…”

(KZ 2016)