waking dullness

my cleverness is mounted over the bed like antlers
majestic curved & shocking
to some

while tucked behind the door to the bath
curls my genuine

hard to catch as it slips between
impersonating a dust bunny
and a spring moon

this morning
as a single eastern towhee sings upon the hackberry tree
the antlered cleverness drifted out the door and rolled west
apparently needing more winter
while this trickster uncurled itself from behind the door
and asked for a cup of ginger tea

its boldness surprises me
perhaps
no more
   than
its slender glimmer
its voice melodic & soothing
fierce shyness easing
into luminous blue

the tea steeping
its uncurled dusty-moon form shifts
once more--
a prism'd light of hyacinth
and a blue jay's song
waiting for tea on a friday at dawn

we are awkward & unsteady together
but we are
uncurled
and
waking to the quiver of brilliance