I am dreaming again
of prisons, and whales
breaching in Douglas
Channel, that slow under-
water rising. You are
riding your bike
through rice fields; sleeping
spooned to a long-haired
woman. I wake
in this cage of pain, nosed
by happy dogs. Hoarfrost
whitens the grass;
slickens the wooden steps.
Your cool season approaches
its end. Here,
cows are calving, their milk
drops. Imbolc, the harbinger
of spring
brings buds to the birch's
thin branches. Tonight
I will dream
the shadows of whales
deep in the water.
Tomorrow
snow will mound in this
garden again. I drink
my bitter
coffee and read that your
mango this morning was
especially sweet.
--
Sharon Brogan
http://www.sbpoet.com
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