Tuesday, February 15, 2022


When I hear the wind howl
past my apartment late 
at night, 

it isn't the loneliness 
or isolation 
I'm afraid of,

but the way it can start 
to feel friendly,
even intimate—

like I know in my mind
this is not 
the same wind

but I feel in my bones 
that it is 
the same kind:

some prototypical melody line, 
mundane yet familiar 
alluring but dissonant,

being sounded in the dark 
with intent 
to beguile me

just an octave apart
on the same pipe-
like instrument.