Chimney Chatter

the rattle of chimney wings
of an early morning chatter of things
I do not understand and for a moment,
do not care about
but that it is past two a.m.
when I am seeing stars
searing through those whistling arpeggios
in the midst of a raging fever...

somehow I finally plummet into the dark.


(Written for The Art of Paying Attention E-course.)