Cloud Dreams

If

I could fly

and stretch out

on clouds

that look softer

than any earthly

pillow

perhaps

I would

rest

my mind

quiet

because all around me

is quiet

Or maybe

I'd look up at stars

brighter and closer

and dream

with eyes open

Birdsong before dawn

Before the dawn
even
before spring
you wake me
with your
cacophonous 
conversation
high and low
staccato
then slow
the call that trills up
like a slide whistle
the rounded one note
of the dove
Far west
on the lake
geese are calling
at the seam
of the eastern horizon
the sun awakes