I wake in a quick start. I hear the calf

I wake in a quick start. I hear the calf
a half-mile snore and roll, my dreaming leaves
me with a sense of the imagined. Leaves
rustle outside the window, her bronze calves

move swiftly on the hardwood floor. The calf
and cow hide from the Sun, a single leaf
falls brown from a cypress. I have to leave
this place to find her breasts, her thighs, her calves,

her skin and sex. I see the birds that fly
between the clouds, I hear the loud birds call
from oaks and maples. I want now to grow

into her like a tree, be home for flying
animals that nest. I can't recall
the details of the dream that spurned this growth.