Storm

The storm is keeping me awake;

the dogs, discordant tuning forks,

and

the whine of lost souls

in the electricity wires.

Tossing, a mobile in the gusts,

waiting for the light to clank

back

but knowing it’s beyond the gap

where the wind is crowding in.

Your unhappy face turning away

to hide the tears,

and

the storm banging on that nail

all night, the whole night long.