Earth Giver

Waking up at midnight
Sleep walking, nearly dead,
The shade’s uneven ridge
Spews enough of evening
To recollect the adage
Of going back to bed.

But afterwards at least
I doze soundly,
Until finally from the sill unfurls
A sliver of chartreuse,
As the sudden spring
Leafs through me
With the rhythm of the world.

Easter, April 4th, 2021
Kaiholu