Which You May Well Not Notice Then

The threads hang loosely from your thoughts—
How to tie up the fight beside
The campfire in the wilderness

You heard of dozing, second-hand,
Slipping in and out of dreaming,
Between the responses, last night,

With this flotilla of sailboats
Passing as clouds, with this sapling
Proudly sticking to the program,

Letting its leaves flare on schedule,
Never mind recent weeks of heat.
With breezes occasionally

Troubling the windows, with waiting
For the phone call that says come here,
With the news there’s real news at last,

Some kind of change has just happened
That will rearrange the planet
For millenniums past tonight.