awake

they start around 4:30 am

wren
         robin

   crow

             blue jay

        sparrow

             finch

             meadowlark

chirping a symphony of
early morning nature
and I wake to it

heart beating in time to the random rhapsody

unable to re-enter weary world of dreams

eastern sky is pale already

and the long solstice-time day wants to begin

I lie and think about the poetry of birds

proclaiming June to the world
and wonder if I am
really
awake to it