A Sleepless Sense of Found

Fog gathers all night on the oak above us,
    in the meadow all around us.
As the stars step back behind the mist,
    the curled brown wetted leaves
stitter down through the branches of the tree.
We lie close together in our bags, talking.
We steep there, we sink deeper into the share
    as points of correspondence pile up
    in layers from our stories.
My hungry tongue and lips turn demure,
    my wonder rises without peak
    until a sleepless sense of found.

Published by Sixfold, August, 2019, available here from Amazon.