A TEMPORARY STAY
 

Apart again, breathing slips into sleep, and your hair
upon the pillow is ruffled by the wind sighing through
the opened window while the rain continues its steady
 
rhythm on roof and sill, and an occasional car splashes
slowly down our midnight side street.  I drape a blanket
across bare thighs, tuck it under your arms, and slide
 
out of bed, tiptoe into the living room to read and listen
to the immense night humming at the window, the future
in all its uncertainty held at bay for a few more hours…
 
 


 
DANCE WITH ME
 

shake rattle and roll
the wind and my bones
alone on the road
 
in a night with no lights
stepping high and slow
an unreeling of self
 
slide to the right
leap to the left
greet whatever comes
 
a liberation of fear
and pain which lie
buried in daylight
 
 

 

BOY AT WINDOW
 

stares into long afternoon
rain stitches meadow forest and sidewalk
seamlessly together
all of life awaits