love the delicacy and vividness of this...it brought back a memory of standing under a wind tunnel in the desert city of Yazd in Iran... and the wind blowing my dress like a mystery... I wonder if the hem was wet... whether it would have stayed still. I love this poem... I feel the weight of the water on the hem.

the repetition of the word- birdsong- is especially good in this... it is good in itelf, in reference to the birds... but because alarms being repetitive- often double toned, I like it even more! It really makes me hear the alarm clock ringing... and birds chirping at the same time...and makes me smile!