Between This and Sleep: Oblio Stroyman

May 12, 2020 Kate Belew with Oblio Stroyman (Eugene, Oregon)

I hold out my two hands to you, blue as   

your steady eyes tell me 

I slept only an hour, I still need caffeine, I am 

Shaking from withdrawal of your

window pane. Listen, a bird flies 

In the early morning sun and I am wondering if we will ever

learn the difference between this and sleep.

The light shifts, white hot and blinding, and I am reminded of

a different kind of morning, waiting 

for your sweetness to leave my tongue, waiting

to be held by this new day, like an

instrument  of creation in the artists' hand.