Window

the bedroom window-
a midnight breeze eases past
the open curtains

april morning-
open windows
heavy blankets

Commuter

walking from the train
a soft rain begins to wash
off the day’s burdens

eyes closed-
rocked to sleep
among strangers

Desert

a whole life reduced
to two dust covered and scuffed
satchels by her feet

cold desert night-
the tent offers
poor respite

Silence

a deer in the woods-
the chorus of spring peepers
suddenly silent

midnight-
startled awake by
preternatural stillness

Cats

wind at the windows-
as I move to tend the fire
the cat takes my seat

late winter morn-
my calico sleeps
in a patch of sun

Drip

rust stained porcelain-
hard metallic drips echo
off the bathroom sink

far from sleep-
the dripping faucet
maddening

Moonlight

bright silver moonlight
streaming in through the skylight
pooling on the floor

quicksilver-
the full moon
above the trees

Windy

blowing on my tea-
before dawn the feral wind
roars in frustration

walking my dog-
the wind nips
at my heels

Age

slowly settled in
every movement painful with
these old weary bones

well worn stones-
shore water’s
ebb and flow

Homesick

strange muted voices
filtered through thin hotel walls
keeping me awake

overcast-
alone again
far from home