Sway
You lay curled around your dreams
like a tawny blonde cat with a retainer,
your lover sleeps with his eye shade,
his arms around you, a new beard dawning on his face
I watch you as you sleep to the tune of the traffic,
breathe to the mantra of the wooden cross
suspended from your window,
swaying in the breeze
I watch the light become morning
the traffic become New York,
and I think that the yellow flowers beside your bed
are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.
KATE BUCKLEY was born and raised in Lexington, Kentucky, educated at Transylvania University and the University of Kentucky, and works in Advertising. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in a variety of journals including: The Heartland Review, New Southerner, Slipstream, and Spillway, and in the book, Tide Pools, an Anthology of Orange County Poetry. Buckley was also a finalist for the 2007 Joy Bale Boone Poetry Prize. Kate Buckley lives in Laguna Beach, California with her husband and three unruly dogs.
