The interwoven chorus of morning 

Spills through my window,

 One of mowers and song birds 

And emergency sirens 

–

I’m sewn back into the tapestry 

By the gentle hands of first light, 

Stitched back together 

Within a worldwide fabric

–

 I’m safe within the arms 

Of this savory illusion, 

Where all of my hungers are assuaged 

At a crowded table 

–

Within this fragrant dream 

Enticing and sweet, 

I move to the cool chorus 

Of the wind-swept trees