Seeming to Arrivie

In that indiscriminate hour

Not dawn, nor midnight, 

When voices close & far quiet

And there is sleep across

A hemisphere where 

My mind searches for

Salvation as I struggle toward the vast,

I woke to light, and

Gunnar barking

And then he slept again

What if such small ordinary

Instances

Are just the 

Wake! 

Wake, You! 

Wake and Listen calls, the shift

Of tone, as my deep chimes on the 

Old side porch, oldness of the wood

Behind them, the soft reverb 

Of alto peale from changing 

Wind, not harbinger of anything, or

Small startle of headlights when

She drops off the newspaper as she’s done

For decades, this time 

Delivered to the mailbox 

A bit early, 

A bit late

Nothing to mind about, no need to fret,

Mundane rhythms 

Reminding me to sometimes 

In the deep of neither night nor day

Just be awake. 

I don’t know what happens tomorrow

Or in one month

One year, one allotted lifetime

To think I do is folly to the 

Larger pulse

That light, though, 

Could have maybe also been 

Just one of the young guys

In the next section, 

Lost, a little drunk, 

Turning around, wanting 

To go home. 

I think I shall cleave to these 

Simple explanations: 

The earth spins on her axis,

This too shall pass, 

Upheaval, and 

I like to imagine that

The learning got from loneliness 

And the shortening of time and memory

Tips us toward assembling

Another kind of light.