I dreamt last night of waltzing
As a civil disobedience.
Hundreds of us moving
‘til our skins bumped into sweat.
And still we swung together
Bodies joyful, bodies wondrous
As we danced our friends
Away from the police.
I awoke in pre-dawn quiet
Of a city after rain.
And I felt dawn shifting – possible-
Within my whispering chest.
As the neighbor rolled his trashcans
To the sidewalk in the blackness
And the cat decided
Long enough in bed.
In such a time as this one
We can take a chance to open
As a wind moves heavy clouds
– Exiting night.
Soft wistfulness of longing
Streaming outward on a breath.
Shifting in indigo –
Begin to dream of light.
A still, pre-dawn is falsehood
Salmon yet will ribbon sky.
It is cold enough outside now,
Will you waken?
Or will we in our shivering,
Lips close and warm, yet cracking,
Like a cluster bomb hits earth
Be split apart?
We can waken into dancing
And extraordinary sameness.
With a softness in our gaze
The world will melt.
With a need to move together,
Let us waken, windy morning.
Let us listen now,
And learn new ways to love.
(I wrote this poem as part of my Solstice series – for Winter Solstice, 2001 – and was awakened by its opening words early this morning)
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