waking at dawn

waking at dawn with a handful of stars
secured lightly on a fuzzy grey dome
we have agreed to call a sky
why we need to agree
about what we call things
is beyond my present ability to grasp-

an inbred response to music, smells
of strong as sin coffee, the immediacy
of how the cold dry air escapes
through windows needing sealant
causing most to turn inward---
surpasses any fine-tuned focusing

it's the rustic world of senses
that arrests my heart-skin, my mind
in mauve makes more sense
than left brained conjecture
so early, the dew clings
without trying--upon the frozen

stiff blades of grass
curiously standing attentive--
even to those, who stomp absent-minded
upon resilient green yard.....awakening
new neural pathways--bouncing back
from the weight of the world's ignorance

~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15