This day, I’m through with dreams. I want
to wake as just a point of light, my mind as still
as a bud still tight on the branch. Let me
be through with want, that blaze that calls me
more than need, through with rage and blue
and dark. Blank chill of dawn, I want a blank,
oh let me hear the lilt of light as it moves on.
Let be, let be be more than seem, let words
be still. Oh, this bright day, I wake, I sing,
I’m through (I think) with dreams.