For Other Mornings Poem by Jamie Dewyer

woken with
the emblems of
loss and the
sense
of things
not
coming together


disturbed and disoriented by
moonlight
and the soft sway of kinko trees
making their rounds beyond
the hill that falls into
night traffic and
junebugs dying


beside the bed like always
a cell phone
a hunting knife
and
a botlle of water


the same blue room
the size of an ocean
the giant window looking out
into the monsterous night


the covers worn and cold like hand grenade pins
the tattered pages of the books I'll never finish
poetry is so much easier
i can lie to you half asleep
and keep
the truth
for other mornings
when


the softer light makes lying harder
the rays dance carefully around the dragons laying on the lawn
their breath heaves and sinks and ashes
fall around their crown


the sparrows seldom stop
for more than seconds
to pick the seeds from heaven up
and disappear
into some other plane