Dreamer of Sleep

Dreaming

December in Duluth

Is an accident of chance.

Bundled in cold despair and gray,

It reminds a dreamer of sleep.

And so is the way of the blackbird

(Though preferred is the way of the blue jay).

He too is a dreamer

Who perches precariously and gabbles.

His time will come to fly

Into velvet, silent and swift

Beyond the frozen night:

A tachyon through black immense.

Forty winks from then

That alabaster swirl appears,

Where the blackbird's gabble

For the dreamer...is made clear.