a mourning dove peeks out
from behind a dark and quiet veil
the butterflies are dormant still
and the sparrows have yet to sing

i walk along a narrow bridge
that sways above some sunken land
between ever peaceful night
and busy, undiscovered day

it matters not why i’m awake right now
but the sparrows have emerged.
at this point, i will lie down
and try to only dream ‘til early afternoon.


© lj brooks