The Dolphin

Hush,

it’s early.  Not too early to
be up and about for the working world,
but early enough.  There are no traces of night left
in any corner of the yard or home.  Sunlight’s
stripped away anything that would preserve
my desire to sleep longer. 

If a dolphin in labor were to leap through the window
right now, dripping salt water, spraying her damp breath
over everything and leaving the electronics
wasted and finally quiet, I’d be not the slightest bit surprised
because there’s an ocean moving out there. 

I’d wait for her to settle and give birth,
then watch, breathless
as they breathed together for the first time.

Something stirs.
Hush…
I am trying to hear it, trying to bring it forth.