Oh dear

where do you keep yourself
whose least footstep wakens
all those sentences
that begin I thought

what makes you so sure
as you lay claim
to the cloudless sky of morning

assuming the grammar of the hours
and whatever they
are supposed to be saying
even if we try
to imagine what life
would be like without you

you who do not
seem to listen
you who insist
without a sound
you who know better

even better you say
than nature itself
you who tell us
over and over
who we are