The pulse of the cricket
in the mountain night
exhale beats
a breath that underlies
in all perception
wakes me up and starts
to inhabit me
nature sleeps
the starry sky
retains its dawn
before revealing
the source of the day
in the dark the magic shines
that transmutes into the morning.
The night holds the fragile
that boils in the strong towards the day
unfolds in the morning run
underground in rootlets
tiny bugs before the dew
they do their homework at night
when almost everything sleeps
the rumor is barely audible
he keeps me awake to observe me
observe her -to life-
with the night light still
glows hidden
in living matter
as an embryo
when under the blanket
we wrap hope
of the warm embrace
mouths drinking
before dawn.