Dawn Amen
Dawn waits for no one: she
may come quietly but never unannounced.
A songbird rousted from sleep stretches, runs a few practice scales,
breathes deeply, lets loose with Lauds at 430 AM
awakens me like a persistent muezzin I once heard in Casablanca
who wants someone out there to hear his efforts,
accepts that I remember but no longer speak the words, that
I will remain somnolently supine but respectful
refrain until his completion and only then
turn from the window’s breeze to my sleeping lover,
trace her nakedness shadowed by sunlight with a gentle hand
feel her stir shift smile reach
pull me closer, closer, until our wide open eyes together shut tightly,
our lips part, call on God, whisper
“Amen” and “Good Morning.”
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