Quiet

Train and skin and sin and I am sleeping,
Out of routine, splashed with caffeine
And the repeating and more repeating.
Blow through open windows, backyards, broken doors,
Empty streets, O Lord, blow.
Wind and horn, wind and rain, and explain
The difference between the light of night
And the light of day…
It’s only night is a little further away…
Like the difference of the clock and the train.
And the noise of the twilight is fear.
A droaning fear that Phinehas’ spear
Will slide through me and my thoughts.
I fear, I stand, I walk, I fear,
I sit, I turn all the lights on.
I fear: my thoughts. I walk.
If she knew she would not be sleeping.