-from the room where we slept-

I entered noisily then stopped in my tracks;
gulls leaning on early avenues
when rhythms are glass-like.

Light's transparency draws 

to the shoulder's sweep—  the slow

knee draws in sweet exposition 

defining geometry from under its sheets.

At once the sunlight cloaks

like depth of water at its drenched 

beginning——

And the mouth of daybreak presents this evidence 

into the stillness so nearly shattered.

                                                   of all those places