Listen

If you wake up too early, listen for it.
The quiet constant thuds squeezing in your ears.
The humming peace beneath the skin of bath water.
Listen for the pieces of sheets that stayed cool.

If you wake up too early, listen for the bleaching light.
There is a weight in your bones.
Your blood a sluggish pudding, nestling them,
Listen for the stillness in your bones.

Listen for it, if you wake up. The sound of air.
The absences that pillow you. Listen to the grey ebb,
The heft of space against your skull.