June 1, 2014

Open Window

We leave the window open
in the dark,
the overhead fan 
is just about right,
a faint hum of traffic 
comes from far away.
I sometimes wonder
what it's trying to say,
why anyone
would be out tonight,
when sleep beckons
from the bed, preparing us
for something else,

There dreams enter 
our sleeping heads,
making us wonder
in the morning
why we've awakened at all,
the dream so perfect,
having found us
through the open window,
first in the summer,
then the fall.