Storm

The storm is keeping me awake;
the dogs, discordant tuning forks;
the whine of lost souls in the electricity wires.


I’m tossing in the gusts,
waiting for the morning light to clank back
but knowing it’s beyond the gap
where the storm is crowding in.


Your unhappy face turning away
to hide the tears, and
the storm banging on that nail
all night, all night, the whole night long.