SLEEPWALKING
The broken stairs rise
for the moon to step
as you turned
and walked away
And there is little
to remember
among the omens
looking for your shape
among the broken hands
of statues holding
schedules of trains
in their timeless palms
I look for your likeness
in the frozen current
underwater where winter
swims up to catch its breath
My name disappears
whispering through cracks
in the wall
I never understood this hunger
diminishing life from its roots
like pages torn from a book
like the heart of a star
growing smaller
as I grow near
I have often dreamt
myself awake and bothersome
like dust in your eye
listening for the stale note
that calls my name
each morning from a doorway
that isn’t there