Before rising

 

Before rising

I rest held in the earth's lap

Through the window

green against white

tepozan leaves striking 

avian poses

while a cardinal red bird 

beats in its chest

then is gone

Memories and dreams

rise like vapors 

across the window

book gong drum lama

you dance

hugging the wall 

and turning flirtatiously

to be seen over the phone

as you talk to a woman in France

And here we are gazing to the end

gravity holding us

to our mortal promises

the ones we were born with

—Lorena