On top of the roof
I lashed my bed
with tape and wire
to the chimney-stead,
so I can climb out
when the sun dips west
to sleep among stars
in a Milky Way nest.
Now I roost with ravens
and soar with owls
in dreams of the hunt
of the shrew and mouse
under meteor showers
where comet trails burn,
then crow with the roosters
when morning returns—
And nobody knows but me.
Poetry Friday is hosted by Patricia Franz at Reverie this week. Read about this year’s National Writing Project—WRITE OUT. The theme this year is Awaken the Senses.
