Poem 149


Bell hook curious—the kind that

time to wake up now

wonders over itself envelopes

time to wake up now

and sleeps on its hands

time to wake up (now)

with hollow glass epitaphs

the kind that (wake up!)

catch the light in symphony

—and hold fast color—

in a lidded jar. (wake up!)

I watched the every-strand

form and unfold in tandem

both eyes open saw myself dream