on rising

red
bed
morning
face the hot
tongue of restless sleep
the salt of dreams tasted that night
life peppered with hope, crystallized heartbeats, high water
Unclothed rage against the tide of death, paddling up the yellow springs like delinquent dogs
night will grieve its dead, then bring them back to lucid life
the bells of a thousand dark ships
disturb our long rest
we will wake
and face
our
fate