I can't tell the difference
Between the world outside
And the reflections in my TV
Rain beats steady in my ears
Like the wings of insects
Circling the dark
The field mice know this night
Is not full enough
And no wind blows to shake the grass

The pathway to sleep
Passes by death's door
My eyes are wide
The moon is missing
Picture frames closing in
Features getting tighter
There's a pain in my side
Where I tried to lie on the floor
The gutters are overflowing
The windows streaking
Thoughts slip through me
No more than feelings

I can't tell the difference
Between the poems I'm reading
And the half forgotten sound of your voice
The neighbours are out, or staying silent
Maybe they're listening too
The wait for morning is inseperable
From the hope that it never comes
There's a cloud roaming free
Luminous and light
Like a breath of early winter
Escaped from the mouth of the sky

The porch light comes on across the street
The manicured lawn glistens
Like dew on the body of a green painted car
The trails of planes intersect into a cross above the house
And disperse like pencil lines
Dissolving, erased
Where are they going above us all?
Moving through soft, wet air
Where is there to be but here and now?
What else is there to know
But to sleep
And be awake?