Dawn Land

This light.

These songbirds.

An oasis of amber

and sound in desert-

gray silence and

vast blue darkness.

And I remember

how you said I

could talk anytime, maybe

go on living in the reach

of you like the warmth

of sunrise sharing this room.

Not memory. 

Not voices.

Not return. Just 

something more than 

absence and unknowing.

And I remember

how you said one day

I’ll stop.

I’ll listen.

I’ll understand

this morning balm.