From the archives — “Upon Waking to Find a Sparrow Loose in My Room” by J. Brian Long

“Upon Waking to Find a Sparrow Loose in My Room”

I dreamed again the ghost of you.
I dreamed again the folds and the heat
of you sudden in my sleep, I dreamed you wet

against the salt of my want. This is a thing a dream,
a muse, becomes: a flutter whispering about
the dust of the drape, a shadow tangling

must webs in high, hard corners,
the flit, the rasp, of wings tattering
against the pane, against the false, baring light.

I pen you to the sheets, your song
against the dark of my palm; this
is a thing a dream, a poem becomes.

by J. Brian Long

from Autumn Sky Poetry, Number 1, June 2006

photo by Christine Klocek-Lim

2 thoughts on “From the archives — “Upon Waking to Find a Sparrow Loose in My Room” by J. Brian Long

  1. This is so rhythmic and musical. It is filled with longing and loss. It is very similar in feeling to an experience I had which also became a poem. Beautiful work, Brian.

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