there are song birds singing
and roosters crowing,
dogs barking and a pneumatic drill
being used on the sidewalk below,
and I wake remembering
these things from Omaha
as if the sound of the sea,
of the gulls were from Omaha, too,
wake wondering that I have traveled
so far to find
dream and reality and dream
just touching at seams
like the panels of heavy curtains
at the window touching,
letting in this bright light
along the edges.
"In the Morning in Morocco" by Mary K. Stillwell
from Maps and Destinations. © Stephen F. Austin
Sate University Press, 2014. |
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