Monday, March 16, 2009

the coffee black drip of night


late
sitting in my room
alone

4b
above me
settles in for dinner
2c gives
her daily
piano lessons
2b
stereo comes on
soft instrumental
another hard day

off in the distance
sirens wail
a baby laughs
in 4c

sleet
a murmer as if
many voices whisper
oustide the window

keys jingle
hit the carpet
big sigh
no one helps
arms full, paper bags rustle
exausted frustration
long, long day
another try
door opens

3a
love sounds
the rhythm of the ocean
the surf of
2 becoming one

cat purrs in my lap
no TV for my eyes
sightless
I settle back
and listen to
the coffee black drip
of night.