Window
the bedroom window-
a midnight breeze eases past
the open curtains
–
april morning-
open windows
heavy blankets
the bedroom window-
a midnight breeze eases past
the open curtains
–
april morning-
open windows
heavy blankets
walking from the train
a soft rain begins to wash
off the day’s burdens
–
eyes closed-
rocked to sleep
among strangers
a whole life reduced
to two dust covered and scuffed
satchels by her feet
–
cold desert night-
the tent offers
poor respite
a deer in the woods-
the chorus of spring peepers
suddenly silent
–
midnight-
startled awake by
preternatural stillness
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
rust stained porcelain-
hard metallic drips echo
off the bathroom sink
–
far from sleep-
the dripping faucet
maddening
bright silver moonlight
streaming in through the skylight
pooling on the floor
–
quicksilver-
the full moon
above the trees
blowing on my tea-
before dawn the feral wind
roars in frustration
–
walking my dog-
the wind nips
at my heels
slowly settled in
every movement painful with
these old weary bones
–
well worn stones-
shore water’s
ebb and flow
strange muted voices
filtered through thin hotel walls
keeping me awake
–
overcast-
alone again
far from home