Granite

There is a yellow bird who lives next to me
She comes in the sun
Five am
Sleep leaves
Taken by the hand of dreams

The box of colour
Shouts next door
The lid brackets
Peck peck pecking
Open me up
Open me up 

White leather baby shoe
Lost in the pebbles
A clock stuck at twelve
Insignificant 
Unless you add it up

The light hurts
I am not in yellow like the bird
Maybe I am blue or black
Something heavy in my pockets 
Stones and powder gathered at the bottom

In my throat
In my breath
In my head

don’t think
don’t think

We are now frying new potatoes
No one hears the angels panic
At five am the silver chimney pot glows like a godless chalice

There is a yellow bird who lives next to me
She nods 
One half gone
One half left

Where am I, I ask her
She nods
I divulged the truth into myself

don't think
don't think

I remember now
I resolved to dissolve quietly on her lips
Gentle as powder
Tough as granite.