 An hour before dawn boulders in the woods emit grayish light strong enough to wake people snoring in whitewashed suburbs or stashed in city apartments. Hiding in the woods, I’m used to this opaque illumination. But when I lived in the city I’d awaken in yellow sweat, unsure of which dream imploded. This post-glacial phenomenon hasn’t yet attracted scientists who could examine the light then crack open a boulder and assay its composition. They’d learn that only in sleep do stone and humans interact, preparing us for a distancing not even digital instruments can measure with any precision. William Doreski lives in Peterborough, New Hampshire. He has taught at several colleges and universities. His most recent book of poetry is Cloud Mountain (2024). His essays, poetry, fiction, and reviews have appeared in various journals.
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