6:45am

I turned around
and saw the sky
how it lay sleeping
how I saw the
gray ages
pummeling
deep
until a needle fell
and a squirrel
hid away
and the motor
of time brought
the sky to its feet
how it moved upon me
and made the air
cold and merciful

the orange--
it revealed
--the world
lifted its petticoat
and it danced
a morning
so blue.