just

last night i dreamt there was evil penetrating my home

woke to stare into the window lit wall
listen to the city rumble out its 3am song

dearth of calm in the pith of this swell

i crafted that phrase waiting for sleep to come again and mask the fear

***

thankful for daily touchstones,
icons of God's continual movement
such as the dusk
it's ruddy cycle
never waivering


while i quake