at the slow rough edge
that separates
night from day
and sleep from wake
there is a rumble
a deep, low grumble
that comes in short bursts
……….rummm-bmm-bmm-bmm
……….rummm-bmm-bmm-bmm
a……….rummmm rummmm
……….rummmm rummmm
or short series of
……….bmm bmm bmm
like heavy footsteps
approaching
you’ll cast doubt, I know,
but are you awake like me,
alert at that rough edge and
startled by its stirring?
its clamoring
louder and louder?
its fire breath
the final proof
that something wakes
at the rough edge of day
