Under the Milkweek

NaPoWiMo Day 11 Prompt - Write a poem of at least 40 lines that is a single sentence. Hints: try using very short lines, or else a lot of commas, as though you were a Victorian novel.

Under the Milkweed

A breeze

bends

itself down

toward

the ground,

stirs round

wet-nosed deer,

whiskered calico

waits  

in the barn and

the short-tailed shrew

watches

for the wide-eyed

owl,

everyone’s

eager journey

toward

silky, milky

evenings

and feathered

pillows

draws

the dusk close,

then down

into darkness,

humming

the coming of rest,

the silence

of possibilities

flying, sighing,

soaring

into other worlds,

and you

lying under

the milkweed

enter

into the stillness

of night,

where you

can hear

all dreams.