December 2, 2011

Refuge

Late last night
the winter wind
tore above my bed
rattling windows
shaking doors
waking me from the dead
then easing me back
down into sleep
until I dreamed
about others sleeping
seeing whether the wind
howling through their stones
drives them more deeply
into darkness
seeking refuge
in their bones
if they need a return
to sleep before
they stir again