Upon Waking, a Lonely Cloud

Upon Waking, a Lonely Cloud
I plant my feet firmly On the rug beside my bed. Where have I been? Asleep, asleep. Vast distances caravan-traveled, Ancient elephants carrying riders In many-colored veils and robes, Crossroads in the trackless sand, A bazaar of human clutter and song, Blind men singing on the temple steps, Stores of gold watched over by wise And gentle forms, she-touch, she-breath, She spiritual weaving of starlight hair, In soft hands she the world warming, Nameless, ageless, not yet begun. In the kitchen, a story going on. A perfect egg is waiting on the counter, Cold unstudied art beyond the frame, Work not of clever man but raucous bird. Conversing, too, are salt and pepper, Ignorant grains grown bold in numbers, So sure they are wise and sane, Sugar, bread, and jam, a plate, a cup. Trees are watching through the window, Writing pleasure-notes in light and shade. A lonely cloud knocks at the door. The fields and towns have gone to play. I follow them on fragrant earth-scent rising, The familiar sounds that brought me here. *September 15, 2005* Previous Entry Next Entry Return to Songs and Letters About the Author	Also by William Michaelian POETRY Winter Poems ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4 52 pages. Paper. �� Another Song I Know ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1 80 pages. Paper. �� Cosmopsis Books San Francisco Signed copies available Main Page Author�s Note Background Notebook A Listening Thing Among the Living No Time to Cut My Hair One Hand Clapping Songs and Letters Collected Poems Early Short Stories Armenian Translations Cosmopsis Print Editions Interviews News and Reviews Highly Recommended Let�s Eat Favorite Books & Authors Useless Information Conversation E-mail & Parting Thoughts Flippantly Answered Questions
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