Chimera, Number Two

SLOW HOURS

First snowfall of winter;

In shuttered rooms,

It is as if I've already left:

Outside, a gathering witness.

Chimera

Chimera, Volume One Number Three, Winter 2005

RIDING A NIGHTMARE

Your lips open to my hands
You trouble me each morning
You have a voice when I'm asleep.

In furthest jurisdiction;
At the water's edge
Uncertainty
Bathes in the shadows.