Emily, too early
Dreams rush through me like trains in the night,
the tracks pulling slowly apart.
It is different for Emily
who says it is more like sewing a seam
between two pieces of cloth.
It is dreaming, after all,
which holds the night together
for so many hours while the eggs
form inside the hens without which
they would have nothing
to lay in the dusty nesting box
of morning. Or that’s
what Emily says.