The cock crows in the afternoon, confused
with the way that time meanders slowly today,
Dawn can take place when
we want it to: illumination and banishment of dark:
why wait for time to do it for us?
Curled up like a foetus waiting patiently
in his mother’s womb for the moment of
to begin, I sit here. I am waiting for the birth
unfolding, refolding, consuming, resuming.
When it comes, I will crow
for dawn is nigh, and the world
needs to know:
I am awake.