Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Before Sleep

by Suzanne Schenk

 Above my bed
On the roof
They move
House to house
Sometimes they stop
They must dig
 Claws in air
And climb
Up, up, up
To the moon
Or so I hope
I pace my day
Walking the hours
Examining the dust
I displaced
The faces
Through the trees
I change some words
I come home
A different way
A step from dreams
My ears sharpen
I can almost hear
The sun
A Swedish man explains
Something, faintly
Something important
I almost
The news comes
A death
Some plan

Added: 21.04.2011