Early Dawn Poem by Robert Macdonald

Early dawn and
I read my name across the window
Barely yawning
I backed my car up out of there

To suppose that I’m not completely me
Could only mean to be set free

Faces reflected in the trees
Making friendly in the breeze

From the soul
A spider-web is sewn
Joining one the sky and sea

Searching for each other’s eyes
As the smoke begins to rise

In your hand
I see a cup of tea
Does that cup hold only lies?

Talking to statues on the street
Are you lonely when you sleep?

Don’t get stuck
Inside your walkie-talkie man
Could you ever swim so deep?