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
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