Sometimes my eyes open
in the dark and my ears hear
the first bird listening

to its first tone, waiting
for a second voice, veiled
in the night haze between the branches

Each in its own tree, alone together
Half scales. They get loose
their breasts swell and deflate

Toomm peehh oooh as if
they start a conversation, but still
prefer to hear themselves, going

to the next tone, for a moment falling
silent when it really becomes light
A droning plane in the distance

Thennn inhale more deeply
and fully, reaching higher
and drowning out everything

cutting sharply, not letting the air
fray, but thrill, crescendo
and crossed: here I am, hear me

no, me! and the sun rises
filling lungs, muscles and thoughts:
it will be a beautiful day