I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

(from "The Waking", T. Roethke)

S                        A
a room with more exits than entrances
                      a river painted plaid
                                           the sheets rustle

L                        W
I see through feline eyes
           a marble oscillating
                        a yellow yolk
                                peeking through the curtains
E                        A
a bumblebee finds pollen in a flower
                 the whir of the bean grinder
                                 the alarm buzzing in my ear

E                        K
my cat coat keeps me warm
         a cocoon against daylight
                 but still I'm losing the path back          
                                          where dreams dwell
P                        E