I love these raw moist dawns with a thousand birds you hear but can't quite see in the mist. My old alien body is a foreigner struggling to get into another country. The loon call makes me shiver. Back at the cabin I see a book and am not quite sure what that is.
You can find this poem in Jim Harrison's wonderful book of poems—Dead Man's Float
Oooh so good! There are secrets at dawn don’t go back to sleep!
I wake on the scent of dawn.
Floating.
My paddle breaks the surface of a new day
as I still gently cling to the driftwood of a dream.
I taste the sweet cedar ripple of expansion as I sense the promise of a coming storm.
The waves are rising above a whisper.
The words would soon be calling.
Don’t go back to sleep!
J.Millard
I just finished reading two of his books (The Raw and The Cooed, and A Really Big Lunch). So much inspiration for writing and living.