Sunday, April 4, 2010

White Chinook

Often you wake
surrounded by sleeping forms

husband, baby, child
and it is dark.

Wind is blowing
from the back of the house,

you hear bells
on the front porch,

windows shut, front door locked
your bedroom door is closed.

No one answers when you speak
sees you sitting in darkness.

What you hear is sleep
breath and chimes

sound the wind carries
all the way over to the house to you.

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