fragments

i sit here in the sun
through an open window
devoid of birdsong, lilacs, harbingers of spring
yet i feel movement
in the solid ground a stirring
just before the stillness of sleep
and in that place between this world and the dream
in half-sleep, oblivious to time
life before silence
before innocence
memories in fragments
awakenings
remorse, renewal, rapture
make strange dream fellows