in the early part of the dawn
this year, or some year to come
as her eyes trace light crawling
across a bedroom ceiling,
she can almost recall being
someone else
she can see a shadow
from a lamp on a kitchen table
in a yellow house on a tree covered hill
drawing the shape of a bird on a paneled door
a splotch of paint on a whitewashed porch
in the form of a shadowy man
who will sneak in through the darkness
and stretch across a little boy’s face and arms
she can hear echoes of dreams
drawing timelines of moments
that will arrive some January, or June
she can feel the lonely ache
of a woman on a corner bench
as she drives past in traffic
in the early part of the dawn
she watches patterns
sneak across a bedroom ceiling
while they try to elude her
and she can almost recall being
someone else
© december 19.2011 heather brager
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