dead of night
The moon in her decline
snags on the window blind
and calls me to service.
Here in the dead of night
I lie waking.
The wordless voice of waiting
spills through the breath
of everybody sleeping.
Here I am.
Here.
CONTEXT
April 4, 2010
Albemarle, NC
Please keep Eli safe.
I'm so grateful for Saturdays of cooking, eating and napping.
