Half-Asleep

by
Kurtis Ebeling
                "Napped half the day; / no one / punished me"
Issa, translated by Robert Hass
foam       like dandelion 
fluff       or silkworm 
thread       turns in the wake
of a spoon       clinking

as coffee     coiling 
like a dachshund 
over blankets       blends
into shades of umber—

I sigh     and decide 
to lie in bed       listening
to the faint swells
of wind and traffic

behind the wire mesh
of a half-open window