Dawn returns, independant of our dreaming

 Day draws near.
Another one.
Do what you can.

  - C. Miloz

dawn returns independent of our dreaming
when it rains, we see the impatiens flutter beneath the weight of the rain drops

it is still dark at six am--
the dreamless night awakens us

no sounds from sleeping cats
lost in dreams of magic journeys 

stretched out on sage couch, in a curved smile,
one cat holds onto life, purring

while other cat sleeps in a tighter bundle,
faced away from the room's center

rose ribbon and lavender cellophane sit in hand woven willow basket
waiting for fragile hands to wrap presents

pantomiming proverbs in striped pantsuit
reveals little evidence of spiders  in the attic

we already know, on rainy days: roof leaks down into the basement
only during evaporation do the collected rain drops rise skyward