sleeping. | 05.10.2025

“the herring had moved so fast

it wrapped itself around a tree.”

recited by my brothers and me.

i drove through a beehive on the side of the road,

a swarm of honey droplets

collecting at the corner of my window.

at the campsite she said she wanted to

build a tunnel from bendy branches that bloomed.

she stopped whittling for a moment and said,

“the baby was born sleeping.”

i was certain that meant it was.