Monday, July 11, 2011

last night (and earlier this morning):

on nights like tonight
when the window is open and two fans push warm air
through my single bedroom
and the jayhawks sing me to fitful sleep
while the rain gutters fill and empty
and splash their contents
to the potholes below,

i look around my small town out that open window
and i see headlights glow like fireflies against wet pavement
sirens blazing downtown every twenty or so minutes
and i wonder
in this new place
where neither of us have been manipulated
and no undue advantage has been taken
where we could look to the skies with open eyes
and find solace under spackled ceilings

if we could start over
and reset the clock,
rising every morning
to a fresh sun and hot coffee
like that one night years ago:

the night where we slept soundly
like we had never been scared.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

you only get that once... usually... very lovely writing.