I throw back the shroud of tapestries
Thick stitched with barbarous thread,
hanging heavy like the echo of your words.
Almond shaped blue green orbs squint,
As the quick slant of light c o l l i d e
shifting my sleepy thoughts back into places meant for the living.
I am like spring,
uncurling from my hibernation.
Wanting to thrive against
The calloused curve of your green thumb.