Hour of the Wolf
Near night end
quiet time before flesh awakes
and psyches stir
dawn yet to rise on new day dream
air light with lesser sound
thinned of thought
Cat’s asleep on cardboard box
wife meditating on couch
I drink pre-day coffee
grateful sun’s unsprung
Gazing out near window dark
I inward go
finding no one home
If this were math class
I’d be imaginary number
square root of none
sum of un
my homework eaten by fog
– Smith, 9.6.2016
