Poem

[carose59]

In My Mind. In the Dark. In the Night.


Meg and I lay in bed at night, facing the open window.

The sound of traffic on the interstate five miles away floats in like gray smoke,
soothing me.
(I can't speak for Meg, but she seems content.)

Out of the foggy, blended motor sounds, a sports car shifts its gears, going faster,
and I see my father, very young, in a black Mercury convertible.
I watch him shift gears again and speed away.


A siren undulates from the other sounds, slides away.
I don't have to stop breathing; it isn't stopping here.


Meg has all the covers, and most of the heat.
I coax her under them with me, cover my feet and pet her as she purrs and snuggles.


Someone in the neighborhood is renovating a house.
Their hammering echoes in the night, and I think of them working all day,
coming home to dinner,
then coming here to pound nails.

I wonder which house it is.


Two crickets, not close to each other, sing in the night.


For today, everything is fine.


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