The spirit sleeps
until it dreams of flight
and the peregrine traces
the hungry sky.
The spirit sleeps
until hunger visits home
and the white wolf remembers spring.
The spirit sleeps
until a hard rind
suspends us in perfume.
The spirit sleeps
until the moon gives us
reason to shake the earth.
The spirit sleeps
until we float in the mouth of a river.
The waves being
the first syllabes of the sea.