The storm is keeping me awake;
the dogs, discordant tuning forks,
the whine of lost souls
in the electricity wires.
Tossing, a mobile in the gusts,
waiting for the light to clank
but knowing it’s beyond the gap
where the wind is crowding in.
Your unhappy face turning away
to hide the tears,
the storm banging on that nail
all night, the whole night long.