in bed this morning
waiting for enough light
to make rising
respectable,
i dreamt dreams
too mixed up
with daytime worries
to let my mind rest.

bedbugs in the city,
and lost rings,
and children slipping
under water.

i woke
limb by limb,
each eyelid
at a time,
and turned my face
toward the window,
through which had just come
the breath of fall.

xo,
tt