morning is milky light
encompassing the whole spectrum of white
like someone told the world to sshhh.
silk roots extend from everywhere but feet,
whose soles read directions
scratched in dirt with feathers.
fingers write secret messages
in clouds breathed onto glass
and you thought no one saw.
she listens. witness
to the building breaking of bridges.
the world has her own plans.
today's gift is a slow waltz.
snow is never in a hurry.
with eyes closed i hold out my tongue.