A television in dream-time, Desert to dreams & The darks
by Annie Finch
[ politics - february 09 ]
A television in dream-time
With a mood
forcing night to listen as it moves
and a dream
no white feather listens to and moves
and a face
other faces listen to, to gleam
outside the glass...
Desert to dreams
Deserts run thick and restless as the days
wait for black dawn again. Then the days crack.
I seem to stand alone on minarets
Tonight, and call between my own sunsets.
These darks, like centering magnets, pulled
day back to a corner, and it started
to begin again; they call similar days
to edge more coming nights from the corners;
down past the walls, while waiting
at last for their weight to build away
from corners to walls, the shadows come,
sifted down, never gone.