Thursday, January 8, 2015

Luke’s Room, by Carol Whitlow


I lay down last night

Under a blanket of stars,

Stars,

Stars.

They faded as I lay settling,

Grew dimmer, disappeared.

I couldn’t calm my mind, so I turned on the light

Thinking I might read

If I had a book.

Finally, my consciousness left me to sleep,

And I turned the light off again.

Recharged, the stars glowed anew in my small heaven.

Raven jumped up on the bed,

Nudged under the blanket

And stretched her long arm out

To touch my face with her warm paw.

Soft.

Soft.


I woke early, opened the curtains and blinds

To a full moon glowing in the Western sky

Behind bare tree branches brushed with snow.

A single star kept the moon company.


Good morning. 

Goodbye.



1/8/2015