the awakening

The Awakening My first wife's house was very small her bed was narrow to after sex, she told me to sleep in the bathtub In the night, I got up, opened the window The sea-washed moon came in I have seen that moon many times before from many portholes  I was always enchanted by the pool of stillness I walked out of the sleeping house, by the steps, my dog, I patted her head but she refused to come with  me on my walk By a lamppost under  a circle  of light I waited for a bus that would never arrive