there is no silence here
it is good
stirring for night watch, putting on beans, preparing coffee left by my love, listening to my granddaughter upstairs
there is no silence here
it is good
Tag Archives: night shift
My eyes follow the night hawk
Today’s gone to the dogs. The cats have thoughts too, though are less willing to share. This downslope slide into midnight it’s not the rhythm that gets thrown off so much as old programming. Habits of previous lives. A body regenerates new cells every 7 years or so or so I’m told. Coming up on 5 years sober just past 7 years out of the classroom and I am growing scales I am growing fins I am growing. Cicadas and crickets and prey mantises find me call me Fellow. Possums and wharf rats they join the birds. My eyes follow the night hawk under a the sharp edge of a late August moon. But for now the dogs just want to know they’re loved and care little if it is by a monster.
on the other side of tired shawscope mornings
the great blue heron made no sound
save for the flap of his giant wings
legs kicked briefly at the air above the river
jumping off like something
in The 36th Chamber of Shaolin //
communing with the silence of traffic at 3 am
the tug boat spot lights draw lines
like low lying fog / I find I am uninterested
in the angry young punks, their posturing
and only the desperate fishermen are out this morning //
they will blame their failure on river monsters
too big for the shallow mud but they
do not look too close at the waters no
not too close else they will conclude too correctly / I conclude nothing it is not yet 5am
too early to order breakfast// and I am too heavy footed too earth bound and I do not yet
speak heron