Ag nocturne #437

i come away disheveled
tangled
starkly--
a sparrow woke from lunar caustic slumber

frost
upon feathers--crystalline--foreign
snap of dawn
sudden
dangerous
unplanted
lost against the slice of moon
the afterglow of other worlds
other rooms
where i am whole
robust and fluid

warm
warmed
warming

still this breath
still this body rosy-scarred
this mind on fire

traveling lingers in the arched transformation
of hollow bones
light becomes the path
the path becomes home

feathers smooth to the warming
the silver return
of morning