Today, I awoke
While it was still dark
Moved by long
Habit to window
Each electric pole
Had become a tree
Green, conspiratorial
Hills huddled closer
Clouds crowded roof-tops
Nests on antennae
Snails clung to walls
By the million
Grass sprang waist high
Damp, green, gripping
On each sleeping
Doorstep, a touch of moss.
I turned to my children
Foetus like, oblivious
Long smothered
By leaves.