I am the gray wool
of dawn,
the dream that lingers
as you rise
sinking
from my weight.
All day
I am thick
walls or air,
mud
that sucks at your feet,
dried seeds
rattling in your head.
How you fight me,
lugging uphill
sacks of wet sand
as I steal
your breath.
At night
I am the cool earth
and the quiet stars
Rest in my arms.
Jane Ellen Glasser 1991
published in The Poet's Domain, vol 3
Road Publishers, Fairfax Station, VA
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