Evening Poetry, March 30

Nest

by John O’Donohue

for J.

I awaken

To find your head

Loaded with sleep,

Branching my chest.

Feel the streams

Of your breathing

Dream through my heart.

From the new day,

Light glimpses

The nape of your neck.

Tender is the weight

Of your sleeping thought

And all the worlds

That will come back

When you raise your head

And look.

You can find this poem in Conamara Blues.