awake too early
shuffling through the kitchen
I startle a half moon
peeking through the skylight
christmas wind
Christmas wind
blows the scent of frangipani
through the front door
frangipani moon
guests
Christmas guests
cold air surrounds them
like an extra coat
to an old lover
you lap about my feet
like waves
surrounding
covering
nibbling the sand beneath me
until
grain by tiny grain
I
am undermined
dragonfly
dragonfly
stitches a pattern
above the pond
a wakeful night 